In whispers of my stories 
The day of agony;unpleasant 
I'll forget what I have done
The good or the bad things. 
From the doors of childhood
A laughing baby will come
Along with memories sublime
He will sing a song for you.
I'll just remember these
When sun smiled upon my face
And reached inside my soul
When wilderness of sly wind
Took me away in the space
O' I kept sailing in the sky;
An entire space of happiness
Beautiful autumn leaves behind
With small floating house farms
Below the clouds of amusements
In magical ambiance of thoughts
Where I have been -
And where I'll be
I'll forget what I have done
The good or the bad things.
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