Once
living in the village
Luxury
of life wasn't in the cup
It
was the friendship blossomed
Among the village bumpkins
Those
were years gone
The
echo just rings in the mind
Of
the village friends I knew
They
are just a distance memory
The
religious festivals
The
opera shows and music
The
crowd were there
The
dreams of our youth
The
heat of summer
The
free going life
It
all came crushing down
When
it was developed
Into
the jungle of concrete
Tall
buildings and shops
The
footprints of the village
It
was buried in our minds
The
goodbyes
The
separate ways
The
friendship was in the village
In
the years we hardly met any more
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