We used to run around
Our rustic wooden table
While pretending to be something I have forgotten
As they watched with a smile on their faces
Then, after a day of adventure
We would read together a story
Now, taller and older
I run off in all directions
Trying to keep up with a supersonic age
Nevertheless, we drink Mate every afternoon
At 5:00, together
Then, after a day of hard work
I read a story
L.Darcy
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