In the garden of youth where dreams would unfold,
Whispers of laughter in stories retold.
The scent of summer, a timeless embrace,
Sunlit adventures, a joyful chase.

Footsteps on pathways of secrets and cheer,
Echoes of innocence, crystal clear.
Moments like fireflies, fleeting yet bright,
Childhood memories, a beacon of light.
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