Her beautiful smile, on the soft gentle lips
Is enough to blow the heart
Her frequent kisses to the teddy bear
She is holding tight in her arms
Is enough to send the chilling sense
the first blossoms of desire
will change everything
tongue will learn to dance the tango
teddy bear will get replaced
life will grow up with many problems
Beautiful songs of the birds will fill the air
With melancholy melody and
The sun rays will begin to strike hard
The childhood days will be gone by
Beautiful songs of the birds fill the air with sweet melody and this melody interestingly improves nourishment in life. Amazing sharing...10
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Yes, growth kills the childhood innocence. Growing knowledge of mundane only yields pain and strife