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Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"
I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, "Solitude"
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"
I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, "Solitude"










