I am settled to the selfsame , sentient to the echo of last days
Can I abide to it flourishing , for its my preference not indifference
I surely can recollect sunny grin of mine , a grin like a Cheshire cat lost in the Alice's wonderland
I be sure of the merry me , playing all my days quite on a carousel
I think of the childlike calmness , I once reside
Nein , I am not amongst the lost for I am not altered
Besides the wit coupled with intellect , a touch in parallel with sanctity
I am found
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