Oh dear times, when the colors weren't faded
How much I miss the moments when I arrived home in the afternoon
And there were treats on the table made by your aged hands

“Thank you granny”, I said, with the eyes of someone who's loved
I layed in the pieces of love you served me
And filled my heart with every crumb

Today, everything is different
I look in the mirror with the same eyes you used to dry the tears of

They became calculators,
One, two, three…
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