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Memories of My Childhood Time

My fingers were short

I had tottering leg
A young dear with full of joy
Not to be fit on bed
My mind was flying like a bird
No more freedom can grow
On the hilly road
Running to and fro

When the mystery was came to me
In a unknown way
Surprised by the mind
Going not to far away
The vision of my parents
The sound of my toys
Gave me my most pleasure
More than a nightingale voice.

With my innocent eyes
I made my swetest excuse
Softened my elders heart
They could never refuse
If I could get the memory alive
Without paying no fine
Beyond to any comparison
I passed my beautiful time

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