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Then you rest your head in the dark
Feel the brush lines of the tree bark
The tree in house garden you used to climb
Hang on the branches with dreams to grow tall and fine
Run around in that garden no matter the sun, the fireball
Play 7 tiles, blind man's bluff, and dodgeball
When you run inside to have one of the mother's fresh limes
A leap to the sofa with the lemonade your mom made
Still, you sip on that with a piercing headache after wine
Simpler days with fun, tv, and food to eat all the time
Months ended with Sundays or family dinner nights
Months that end with weekdays and hangover sunlight
A tear in your eye as you pray to the Lord with belief and fear and faith
Rewind a few years and your lord was the set of two, parenting, teaching and now gaining some weight
The sunlight comes, you rub your eyes and see those tiny optical illusions
Same were the ones when you questioned your humanness, your superpower delusions
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