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Where are you little I?
(The I of years before)
Yet to learn, yet to live.
Looking out your window at the reddish perfection of a late October sunset.
And holding yesterday while dreaming of tomorrow.
And if day must turn to night,
Then let it be this way.
Where are you little I?   (The I of years before)   Yet to learn, yet to live.   Looking out your window at the reddish perfection of a late October sunset.   And holding yesterday while dreaming of tomorrow.   And if day must turn to night,   Then let it be this way.