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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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