When we were small,
We played pretend,
We played through it all,
From start to end.
When we were small,
We never knew,
How it all,
Began and who.
All the problems we have now,
Were distant cries,
We ignored then, God knows how!
Ignorance is bliss, but then it dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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