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I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction
In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.
But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long
Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,
Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear
Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence
I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.
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