Those days when I was an average boy
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who stood around browsing through books in the corner bookstore
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A road where a rock was missing,
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a scar like one left by a lightning bolt,
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(and) the faint stirrings of a first crush.
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Unaware of the unrelenting pulse of my heartbeat,
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that boy played in innocence
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as though thinking of anything and everything...
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As though nothing at all were broken,
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as though nothing at all were impossible,
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as though never noticing that anything could be lost,
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I ran along the road of the winds.
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Having run through a signal
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in a dripping wet uniform,
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in the summer when that encouraging song
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without recognizing that time was even passing,
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a boy played on that day
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as though entranced by anything and everything.
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As though nothing at all were bewildering,
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as though nothing at all were untrustworthy,
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as though never noticing that I could be parted from anything,
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I swam in the center of the winds.
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As though nothing at all should be feared,
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as though nothing at all could wound,
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as though never noticing that anything could be lost,
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