purple blood of november
turns to blue in April that summer sings its lullaby
dancing with crowds in the month of december
where sweetest taste of God's rain pouring on old verendah
early morning where we got up from dad's ragged bed
strolling flawelessly to see the petals shine its sight
in the afternoon we sat. with mom's tasty sambal belacan
at night we stared towards the darkness and stars prevail.
it was twenty years ago.
when i was only a child but life thought me to be an adult
where life is beautiful when you are only a child
and life is so grateful to you
those were really the days i supposed
we laughed and cried for the beautiful part of honesty
keeping no secrets between you and me
those were the days when i was a child.
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