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LONG AGO, FAR AWAY
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A strange amnesia
Like a dense swirling fog
Covers much of what could be remembered
From the past
A few powerful memories
Poke their momentous mountain tops
Above the clouds
But the dense drifting mist
In the Valley of Ordinary Days
Covers all the myriad details
Where the devil is
And where the better angels of our natures
Feel their way towards the light
It is important to remember
How desperately hard we tried
How our young hearts ached
How confusing it all was
This remembering of our innocence
Gives us a certain tender mercy
Towards our dear former selves
Groping around in the Land of the Past
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