Wasted Years
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O now, as the evening sunlight flickers
Across your forlorn features, you lament
The wasted years. You claim it could have been
So different; if you had been born in
Another time and place, or if others
Had understood you, and your precious gifts.
Now you wander, like a pale ghost, from pole
To pole. O I emphathise with your plight!
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