Once upon a time, in my village,
Folklores were washed on us,
Under big oak trees,
When the moon is fully blown.
Folklores were washed on us,
Under big oak trees,
When the moon is fully blown.
When elders are around,
Boys must not look at girls,
And girls must not look at boys,
Because the elders say,
That is not good.
Boys must not look at girls,
And girls must not look at boys,
Because the elders say,
That is not good.
When night comes,
Boys must play separately,
Girls must play separately,
But, humanity is weak,
So, boys and girls meet.
Boys must play separately,
Girls must play separately,
But, humanity is weak,
So, boys and girls meet.
Boys play hide and seek,
Girls play hide and seek,
The boys know where the girls hide,
The girls know where the boys hide.
Girls play hide and seek,
The boys know where the girls hide,
The girls know where the boys hide.
So, in our hide and seek
Boys seek girls
Girls seek boys
And each to each sing
Songs of love
Hatred vanished into thin air.
Boys seek girls
Girls seek boys
And each to each sing
Songs of love
Hatred vanished into thin air.
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