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Youthful are the seeds of wonder endless as the infant grows, seeking e'r to see out yonder infinitely trying to know.
Tear filled eyes are seldom emptied as life delivers endless blows, unaware when evil tempts them the knowledge man believes he knows.
They play and dance in greeny pastures in a trance of wondrous glee, innocent in all there gestures unlike grown ups and stupidity. |
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