Those were our days
when branches were our swings
and playfulness sprung from our eyes too
now, uncountable seasons have passed
our grip has loosened
The innocence is back now, but the strength is lost
After all, we carried the bags of hard-work all throughout
Hunch-backed now, we play the game we dreaded as children
Of holding on to dear life
and praying it to give us one more year
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