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Grew up in a house with a garden
And life was so nice, no concrete jungle,
My grandparents would grow vegetables and fruits,
Eating was healthier, we'd have handy all the goods.
The air seemed much fresher, the premises much safer,
There was mostly peace and joy in the family newspaper;
My brother and I would just play all day long,
Sleep at noon and then have fun like in a cheesy song,
Life was good, no worries came along.
Grandma and grandpa were the most patient in the world,
They'd spoil us as much as they could,
If I were them, I don't know if I would
Be able to love so much two stupid kids
Who would hide a whole day in the vineyard, just for the fun of it,
Who would bathe in a barrel filled with frogs and bugs
And they would still cover us in kisses and hugs.
My childhood was awesome, pretty quiet and fun,
The only regret about it was that it was done,
Sometimes I wish I would go back, at least for a moment,
But, unfortunately, that suffered too much postponement.