Young soul wants to know all things,
To travel through all lands, all stars,
To fly through space without wings
As superheroes or superstars.
He thinks all worlds are awaiting him,
All men are friends to bitter ends;He heartily opens them his dream,
Shares his last coins without amends.
Soon, pure vagrant tastes
many girds,
Disappointments, slanders’ absurd hoards,Escapes dark jail, and then accords
With fathers wise and precious words.
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