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Still remember the good old days in some little ways
How sweating the sun felt refreshed, how gentle were mother’s breasts
It was all yesterday when we used to walk the grassy land, feet in sand
Walked many a mile, here we stand, with Apartments in place trees, car fumes breeze, a boy, young, screams
Terror on face his, all was lost in the mist, felt his pain, he didn’t know rage, knees went weak in his cage
Had a life to live, a father to follow, lost his will, he was hollow
We still believed in the good old days that we remember in little ways
We still remember the confusion back in those days, where it was warm in many ways
A child was lost in the crowd as he did shout
Voice that went further for his age, yet it couldn’t leave his cage
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