FRIENDS...

We used to walk on lonely rivers
We used to walk on nights long
We used to see jingles formed in the air,
O we used to do so many things...

We used to bleed by guitars
We used to string plateful of dreams
We used to catch wetness of tramlines
O we used to do so many things...

We used to steal mangoes at morn
We used sleep on open terrace like by summer wind borne
We used to throw butts precarious on the terrace
O we used to spend us jumping over fences...

And then
Came
The monster of jobs
We lost our holy brotherhood sobs,
And then
Came the roads
Ours
Where we got runs to chase our own blackouts...

O we used to do so many things...

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