Those were the days;
When our mind was young,
And our soul was pure.
Our smile was precious, and
The things that were around made us curious.
Those were the days;
When without any regrets,
We share our food and secrets.
We had neither anxiety nor stress,
And our burden was less.
Those were the days;
When our life was fun and fine,
And felt everything was divine.
Our friendship was real,
Cause there was no fear of betrayal.
Those were the days;
When our problems were less, 
And our happiness was full.
Oh! What a wonderful time we had as a child, and 
We recall those days to be the best days of our life.

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