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I knew so little yesterday

Like child hid under bed

A page unmarked by careless hand

Unblemished thoughts in head


Today my eyes are opened wide

But weep with rushing winds

The beauty of a naive past

Is gone as woe rescinds


Tomorrow once was ripe with change

Now anchored by our failings

The hope we need to shift our fate

Resentment is derailing


Instead, we must learn from the past

Tomorrow, our reward

Only then we’ll face a world

That aches to be explored!

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