No fear of any betray
Crossing those little streams
Jumping on heaps of hay
World was what’s around me
Had everything what I need
Butterflies lived forever
Beautiful each every dream
Everyday was a wonder
Rainbow followed each thunder
No rain collected water
Deep enough to drown me
Is it ever possible?
Or maybe slightly probable!
Go back n just touch those days
Rewrite script, redefine me.
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