It's good that when I was young
I fed myself on books and lakes
So I'd have them to come back to
The ending of the mind
Only the beginning can tell
The first half of my life
Finishing my former life
Before I could begin this one
Trying to be good at something
Which is both a science
And an art waiting
For beauty to call
And hear you say
This is good this is good
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