Where have you come from,
young man? Weren't
you the boy whose curls
I stroked and forehead I
kissed, not so
long ago, after a nightmare.
Where have you gone, young
man? Running so
quickly into the world's bosom,
that temptress who will never
love you, my
little one, as I have.
PAD #10 - never again
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