As a young man, oh yes I remember.
I was so full of vigor.
I was fit tall and slender.
Life before me seemed so much bigger.
As an old man, I sometimes live inside my past.
I look back on that I dreamed.
Time has slipped by far to fast.
Life is more predetermined than it seemed.
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