Of all those happy ringing laughters

Of all those 'befores' and sad 'afters'

Of all those shades mixed in pastels

Of all the fantasies caged in crystals

Of all those stars and magical glows

Of all the fear-struck 3 am shadows

Of all those soaring red astray kites

Of all hugs shared at insane heights

Of all dark crosses marked on maps

Of all those winds stealing our caps

Of all the glad eyes and smiling lips

Of all the shared fragile friendships

Of all the sticks thrown in a swamp

Of all whispers over summer camp

Of all the subjects passed and failed

Of all Titanic ships that never sailed

Of all the dreams of past and future

Of all those moments we got mature

Of all the places where we belonged

Of all the souls for whom we longed

Of all the paths that we could roam

I miss the path that led to my

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