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Childhood
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Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care.
See it springing all around us -- Glad to know, and quick to learn; Asking questions that confound us; Teaching lessons in its turn.
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