Fetch, the days of the Morning,
And the Golden spoon through
The mouth and water all glowing,
The White, Sun, Moon and the Zoo.
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This is the sad case those golden days never come back, and the poem is soaked in nostalgic strain! ! !
Yeh... u r right.... I virtually die of pain when i just recollect those times...when life was fun..and there was no sin at all. I appreciate your comment!