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Let me bring out that old slambook and re-read those words,
Let me pull out that old diary and let emotions weild their swords,
Let me look for that old box of colours and bring them to life again,
Let me dust out that battered booklet that has all those little drawings,
Let me find that old novel that I love to read all over again,
Let me find those all time favourite songs and allow myself to sway with the tunes again;
Let me find that secluded spotImage in the early morning breeze with a slightly overcast sky,

Let me lye down on the grass watching the birds fly high;
Don’t ask me to think,
Nor expect me to explain;
Just let me sit still- silent and content,