YOUTH

Blessed are the children

Who see with sight unseen

Who think of thoughts unthought of

Who dream of dreams undreamed

 

For in a day or years

Their eyes will cloud their sight

Their thoughts will cloud their thinking

Their dreams will cloud their night.

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