I wish I had the childlike perfect knowledge
Of the most imperfect of things.
But I learned.
I learned to lose that knowledge.
And now I stare at moons and wish
For knowledge I had in the past.
Of the most imperfect of things.
But I learned.
I learned to lose that knowledge.
And now I stare at moons and wish
For knowledge I had in the past.
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