What childhood were my days
Do not worry..no pain no one
Just eat, eat, sleep
Just miss it
When afraid of papa
He saw them from a distance
Why did that day kill me
Do not miss the story of that day
How many tales were grandmothers?
With the hands of food grandmother
Millions of tantrums ... how angry
Do not remember that condition
When many children in the courtyard
Was in the noisy courtyard
Screaming mother was scolded
Do not miss that scold
Used to fight a little thing
Fall on the swings
There are still no injuries.
But I do not remember that injury
Do not miss the story of childhood
Do not miss things old
I have an idea of mother's love
But she does not remember sleeping sorrow
That childhood thing is different
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