Childhood Memories
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Muzahidul Reza
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I cannot forget
One of the mates of childhood,
Comes in mind
Appears in front and behind,
Putting hand on hand
Calls me sweet,
Embracing the heart
Words me cute,
I hear the sweet call yet
But near I cannot find,
Makes me so sad
Makes me so sad,
In dream and practically that
Softly pulls my heart
Makes me glad and pleased
I can well understand.
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