I stay in awe as I watch them play
so free to do whatever they say
Happy for simply being alive
with no big goals to reach or strive
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round and round, in circles they run
as if it's the first time they're having fun
I wish I go back in time
and stay a child, a content with a dime
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If we tell gently, gently
all that we shall one day have to tell
who then will hear our voices without laughter?
So do not beat your child to hell
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