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Early 70s

Call us wanton, call us naughty
We too, ran after flirty butterflies
Watched floating clouds in the skies over our head
Stole berries from trees, in the neighbours' garden
In the stormy seclusion, on a drizzling night
Did light a lantern with an ounce of kerosene
While frogs did shout at us, to go early to bed
Dripping drops on leaves, on roofs thatched
Heard lullabies, while in mother's grab
When thunder coupled with lightening clasp
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