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The child is a poet with innocent eyes And a bumputy A-B-C rhyme. A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life Move in jubelant 1-2-3 time. The child is a doctor who heals with a kiss And treats with a serum called a smile, A researcher who seeks out the meaning of life. Then explains it with unflinching style. The Image of children shine pure in the eyes. Of those who are watching them grow. Remembering times when the sunrise meant journeys To lands that adults cannot know.
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