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MY childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it, too.
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This poem took me back to the my childhood days and I visit my village, small river, field and met my childhood friends. Childhood friends are like river water, with them, you never meet again but simply in your old remembrance where you and friends are in childhood. A wonderful poem.
A great poem that too memories of the great statesman Abraham Lincoln. Great it is.
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7/19/2025 4:05:20 AM # 1.0.0
Memories are part of life; like history. Nice work.