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I Miss that


The day is about to end,
and the old playlist is shuffled,
old songs struck some old chords,
You know what, I miss that

The fight to watch the favorite cartoon show,
or the race to reach the best seat somehow,  
I remember how tiny super problems we had,
You know what, I miss that

Winning the marbles was an obsession,
and the barbie was a pride possession,
Little worlds had little treasures to hunt,
You know what, I miss that



Wake up early or wake up late, Everyday
A warm hug from Maa was just a couple of seconds away,
that love, that feeling is now 300 kilometers apart,
You know what, I miss that

Every summer new deck of cards were bought,
cause some idiot didn't remember where's the seven of clubs is lost,
those fifty two combinations created infinite laughs,
You know what, I miss that

Tom kept chasing and Jerry kept escaping,
While watching their game, our childhood got missing,
In the world of winners and losers, they taught us to enjoy the game,
You know what, I miss that

And now I look back at the memories I have,
A tiny smile appears on the grownup face,
A thought to re-live them wonders on my mind,
That time, that innocence, and that Life,
You know what, I miss that
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