KID

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O' childhood memories,
I wanna go back to.
Days that I always miss,
Happiness that is true.

With the innocent smiles,
And the angelic face.
Games that vary in styles,
But they made us amazed.

Every night I'm dreaming,
About being a kid.
Everyday I'm missing,
The corners where I hid.

Now I'm a teenager,
Got problems to cope then.
Each day I get older,
Wish I'm a kid again.

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