Hearing a baby cry in a starlit night, not believing feelings
that're being awakened throughout the hours as they steep in a
tender cup of cheer while listening, having a sip now and then.
Tears falling, missing those days of children and wonderful
memories, wanting to go back in time, reliving each of them in
captivating moments that'll never be misplaced as long as life
continues.
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