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 Second Childhood by Robert William Service 
						Some deem I'm gentle, some I'm kind:It may be so,--I cannot say.
 I know I have a simple mind
 And see things in a simple way;
 And like a child I love to play.
 
 I love to toy with pretty words
 And syllable them into rhyme;
 To make them sing like sunny birds
 In happy droves with silver chime,
 In dulcet groves in summer time.
 
 I pray, with hair more white than grey,
 And second childhood coming on,
 That yet with wonderment I may
 See life as in its lucent dawn,
 And be by beauty so beguiled
 I'll sing as sings a child.
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