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A time of sweet innocence
Not ignorance but simple sense.
A blank slate of mind
Looking for answers and so they shall find
For the world outside their own, they care not
Lest the world outside causes their play to be cut
Simple problems had simple solutions
If it's big, then they shall start their evasions.
They are filled with different emotions
And they are easy to interpret by their motions
They never hide their thoughts
They say and show all their truths
They sing and play and dance
As if no one can see a glance
Well, that's how I view
That complex term called 'childhood'
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