Laughter and Echo

I remember when I was 16 , I met a sweet little bird .
Above the mountains,beyond the sea, away from old city’s dirt,
I used to laugh in happiness and she used to laugh with me ,
I still try to laugh again, but now echo is all that’s heard.

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