It was a flash
A precious dream
When two old battle scarred lions
Played as if they were cubs again.
The joy and the laughter
The cheerful play
Made us forget for a moment
That life was not just fun and games.
In these short days of freedom
Our youth returned with force
And all things seemed possible
As we took life by the horns.
Now we have awoken
To a strange reality
Our once strong fangs are worn and broken
And where will we go from here?
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