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There Was A Time


There was a time I used to be young
Sang with the choir when the school bell rung
There was a time when promises were kept
There was a time I wasn't unstrung

There was a time I could name the stars
In Orion's belt and the ones afar
There was a time when my shoes did shine
There was a time I fought for marks

There was a time I loved traveling in trains
In sleeper coaches with betel stains
There was a time when Maggi was cherished
There was a time I danced in the rain

There was a time I used to be rich
10 bucks I'd have, would lend out six
There was a time I tried to be honest
There was a time when I was a snitch

There was a time I knew my F.R.I.E.N.D.S
I shed a tear when "The Last One" ends
There was a time I knew multiplication tables
There was a time I didn't have to pretend

There was a time I had the stomach to
cover the distance that somehow grew
There was a time I used to hate girls
There was a time I used to love you.
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  1. DDFebruary 14, 2011 2:11 PM

    worth waiting for!!!
    aging is a process which suits only wine... and you

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  2. Anup BishnoiFebruary 15, 2011 9:29 AM

    cake khila deta tu aaspaas hota to
    touch kar diya

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  3. UnknownFebruary 15, 2011 10:21 AM

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  4. PrasadFebruary 15, 2011 10:36 AM

    too good!!! :)

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  5. UnknownFebruary 15, 2011 10:39 AM

    Why can't time stay
    Why does it have to fly away

    Loved it, starting from the dateline upto the last line!

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  6. UnknownFebruary 15, 2011 10:44 AM

    nice ra :)

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  7. _manGO_February 15, 2011 1:23 PM

    @didi: yeah old and happy i am becoming
    @bish: hehe .. cake due for next time
    @mona: i guess u liked the date line the most :P
    @all: thanku thanku :)

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  8. Ami aggu.June 21, 2012 2:58 PM

    aaye haaye.

    You should be the Nightingale of East dude :D

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