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back to times of splendor..

I am going down the lane of mystic memories;
to the time of our conscious joy,
to the time when the desires were mere illusions,
and the illusions stood desirable,
to the time when winters felt cold, and the summers hot.
to the time of honest laughs, and
dishonest cries.
to the time when failures,
were a lower denomination of success.
I want to go back in time,
back to the times of splendor.