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The days of my childhood
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
All good and happy
While i was awake
Every path i walked
I was in mother's embrace
Now that i talk
I still rember the way she tied
my lace
The...
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
All good and happy
While i was awake
Every path i walked
I was in mother's embrace
Now that i talk
I still rember the way she tied
my lace
The...
