My beautiful days of childhood life …
Where have gone my beautiful days…
We played with joy even if cloudy …
I hadn’t a care of anything…
My face remained shinny …
We all used to go to school…
On the way played like whiney
Teachers taught us with politeness…
And our parents called us honey …
Those days were such a nice day in my life…
Memories of them in my mind too many…
The sky was filled with clouds not pollution…
Every one was very pleasant…
Even if the days were rainy…
How can I recapture be those beautiful days…
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