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Stars upon my wrist, a multitude of colors. There is blue, green, purple, and yellow and pink! In a mind so serious and a soul so old, it can bring that young, young spirit out to play. The beads we used as kids, laced together in a pattern. Back when there was no such thing as maroon, or fuschia or baby blue. When all the colors we knew were red, blue, yellow, green, orange, purple, and pink. Childish little stars holding all my wishes. Wishes that aren't so serious, colors that are hopeful tied around my wrist Everything was so simple then. Nothing mattered so much. There were the playground romances and the lunch ti