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I'd like to go back to times long ago,
where life danced in worldly games,
where the sky was blue, the sun a friend,
and laughter sounded in simple tones.
In a corner of dreams, a dreaming child,
With bright colours and a better world.
The addition tables, so simple, so divine,
set the rhythm of serene nights.
Fairy tales, with witches and princes,
weaving stories of loves and bonds,
where a stolen kiss could turn
a frog into a king, into a new existence.
Life was a dance, a twist, a twinkle,
a twist in the mind, a gentle sparkle,
with a handful of dreams, stored in a chest,
and time was slow, its essence a mockingbird.