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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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