Childhood Days
Gone are the days I use to run and play, under the sun with mud, toys and clay
I used to dream about the dragons I slayed, on the green grass where I use to lay
I didn't use to worry or hurry about a thing, and loved to hear other kids sing
Never did I worry what future might bring, I only worried about more lemon drinks
My best friends were my siblings, with whom I had good close links
The more I think about my childhood, I want to go back if I could
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