When the tower of Pisa wasn’t leaning
When the trees stood proud and strong
When the forest were still green
When the rivers were still clean
When he could hear birds singing
When his muscles weren’t sagging
When it’s easier to lift and do anything.
Those days... those days…
Gone…
those days, those days,
now for reminiscing.
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