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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Childhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It would be good to reminisce <br>of all that's lost from childhood afternoons, <br>can they return to me, I miss <br>those endless hours that are now in ruins. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It does return now, gently, still <br>perhaps in all the drops of a warm rain <br>yet we've forgotten what it will <br>remind us now of riches and no bane <br>of seeing and just living without care <br>like creatures yet as humans with no fear <br>and filled up to the locks of children's hair <br>a figure of a Thing, it would appear. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The shepherd's loneliness then, in the end <br>weighed down with endless distances today <br>and called as if ordained, touched by a friend <br>a lengthy thread of images, astray <br>in which it is no use simply to dwell <br>there is no memory for us to know <br>and to a stranger, childhood thoughts will tell <br>of afternoons, where life itself was slow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rainer+Maria+Rilke">Rainer Maria Rilke</a></strong>, translated by Herbert Nehrlich</div>

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