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Life giving a painful clout on the head of dreams..
The morning sunshine reminds me of my home,
The place where I felt secure like the seeds of pome.

Those were the days when I used to fight and chatter,
I was a happy child and many things to me didn't matter.

Those were the days when I was young and frantic,
And now I have to go out and act pragmatic.

The days are gone and sky feels heavy all the time,
Feels like I'm spending time in a dungeon for a crime.
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