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15.

I am again myself,

the one that I was

so many years ago,

when life was so easy

and you were so young;

old pictures,

in soft-hued colors

portraying the joy of the world,

fill the air,

almost silently, up in the sky,

where we raised colored

balloons,

to celebrate

our simple

and renewed life.

I am again

what I used to be

in my forgotten home town,

eating colored cotton candy

and dreaming of carousels.