Oh I remember the days
When I didn’t know a thing
When I could walk amongst people
Jump around and sing

Oh I remember the days
When I used to sit on a swing
When I used to sit on a seesaw
When I used to eat chocolate pudding

Those were the good old days
There was no knowledge or worries then
There was no bigger difference
Between women or men

Times keep on changing
As I scribble with unfilled pen
Now I fear that I might
Be nearing those days again

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