I eavesdrop and smile
some great little one-liners
the voice of a child
The children play here
I see my former self here
The children laugh here
Oh, hear the children
We are all children inside
We are God's children
See their playful art
Dance careless in the sun, I
collect memories
No more worrying
about life's great obstacles
innocent and pure
I cherish those times
they are not old in my heart
Oh, to be children
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