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Where is Marvel of my youth?
Look on dimple of my face, where are my child days? Those youthful years, my name, fate and the fame Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have gone. Where is my Barbie doll? Ah, that little swimming pool. Swan pair seated in meditation on the waters melodic tune, Was it an illusion to eye or a misunderstanding? Where is the bird of prey? Wovels and the tigers Seeking to drive their thirst away, Where is my bamboo flute? Oh! Lambs on the leaping mead, night flight, eyes flew See, behind the trackless path, The wind blows quite fast, With a Shroud on mattress pad, Where is my marvel of youth? Fever of my flaming youth, Oops, Had I strived to live for sooth, Where is the splendid sun? Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant Path to nights lonely traveller, trapped by the typhoon. Where are the sweet smellings of rosa? Ah, coquetry of Nachtigall and his lov...