O how I wish to go back to those days!
O how wondrous it could have been
To play the day long with little soldiers and lions
And those toy guns giving out smokes
And how in my mind I thought,
The whole house as my playground...
And how the sky talked with me then,
And birds chirped their daily grudges,
And the fleecy cloud would ask me to fly,
And the trees were my friends;
How wondrous the days were then!
From morn till night
Without cares and smell of money,
Without a soul for worldly things...
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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