My Distant Childhood
«Why do you cry about your ball,
as if you were still small?
This ball is not gold; this ball is not fine.
This ball is really just old!»
«But it is mine! I love this little ball
most of all, because it is a part
of my distant childhood!
This ball is not gold. I agree it is not fine.
It is in general really too old.
But it helps me find my distant childhood.»
«Keep your ball, my dear!
Such memories are golden.»
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