I feel joy at the sight of the dewdrops
Shining on the green grass,
Shimmering by the touch of the warm sunrays,
Gazing at the sky and
Settled on the cheerful blooms.
My cheerful childhood glowed
In the sylvan settlement
Capered in the friendly neighborhoods,
Shimmered by the touch of the
Gentle care and affection of the dear ones,
Gazed at the silver streak striking across the sky.
The dewdrops cuddled up by the rising sun,
Those days are in the past,
Alas, I slouch now in my office
Shining on the green grass,
Shimmering by the touch of the warm sunrays,
Gazing at the sky and
Settled on the cheerful blooms.
My cheerful childhood glowed
In the sylvan settlement
Capered in the friendly neighborhoods,
Shimmered by the touch of the
Gentle care and affection of the dear ones,
Gazed at the silver streak striking across the sky.
The dewdrops cuddled up by the rising sun,
Those days are in the past,
Alas, I slouch now in my office
with walls of sullen gray,
Hope, will be washed by the bright sunrays.
Hope, will be washed by the bright sunrays.
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