The clouds were the same
And so was the rain
Not any more
Since the internet came
The games of old
That never changed
Now collect dust
Out in the lanes
This thing called cyber - Is more of a sabre
Cutting away a natural way
A wholesome sound gone away
Laughter from knock the cans
Played out in the sunset down the way
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