I want to get back to my former self.
Yes, I have grown
But I want to get back
To my former self, the one
That was pure and wild
And romantic, oh . . .
And how can I do that?
And how can I stop
The withered leaf
From falling, now falling fast?
And who could alter the erratic
Lines from the graph?
Ah, nature does her part.
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