There is that mystery-all outdone-outgrown.
its mysticism-memories Still Known.
When you were a little Kid-
Before you were ever big.
A fawn amongst the ones all Grown......
Before the Changeling Came.
And took you Away-
It's breath Sounds as yours
although it does your chores-
where are you?- Now? Cause......
When you were very Small
It had made no difference at all.
But in your eyes the Changeling again.
Now we're Growin old-
Chill on my flesh- though it is not cold.
Remembering those Good things-
that we used to do......
Before that Black demon Changeling-
Replaced you.
7/19/91
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