Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - My Lost Youth

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“There are things of which I may not speak;

There are dreams that cannot die;

There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,

And bring a pallor into the cheek,

And a mist before the eye.

And the words of that fatal song

Come over me like a chill:

'A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

(Extracto do poema “My Lost Youth” de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow que é recitado em In The Bedroom (2001))