When the sky darkens,
When the clouds cover the sun,
When the light breeze turns wild,
When the rain is about to run,
Then a sad little tune can be heard,
Like the faraway tune of a shepherd,
Making me remember the days
The Childhood times like bright sun rays
The pain inside me wants to shout
Remembering the days of running about
O God , bless me , not to live a hundred years
But to relive my childhood days , without any fear
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