Once upon a time, I was 2. When I was 2, I had little cares or inhibitions. Much to my mother's dismay, I regularly ran about the isles of the church. I was a large child. Some thought I was at least 4 and should have known better and that my mother should be able to keep me under control.
... Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me... Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again... Do you remember the day when my journey began? Will you remember the end (of time)?
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