Those were the days
Young people run dreaming away
Living carefree school work left behind
Playing truant by the roadside
The group of boys
People say rascals on the road
Leaving study behind
Dreaming about the good times
Imagine to be big shots
Looking at the expensive cars
On the road seeing it all
Exchanging looks wait you see
Those were the days
The young people got to play
Flying kites at the roundabout
Living free for a while
As years came along
Those boys on the road
They too disappeared
Never heard from them any more
The village torn down
New developments came
The fabric of cohesive dreams
All gone away......
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