Sometimes I wish I could stop seeing the world as I do.
Sometimes I wish I could still have the eyes of a fool or an impaired mind.
And yet my vanity fears such possibilities.
How could I reject knowledge and wisdom?
At what cost have I attained such things?
I still rejoice at the few chances I have to revel in my naiveté...
But... I will never be able to bear that endless spring of hope I once held dear within me.
Ah... you fool... I miss you... 
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