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Bring back the day
of those merry ways
when laughter would take its hold
on the floor, we would roll.

Bring back those days
where the little feet would race,
to send the earth rumble and quake
for nothing more than a moment of joy.

Bring back those days
when the scorching sun would blaze
and over the toiled plains we went
embracing the opened-armed air.

Bring back those days
of the merry old ways
the world is in need to learn a thing, or even two,
when nothing evil lingered in this very ether.

Bring back those days
Or maybe just a day full
when the skies would be waiting,
and the plains were once more playful.