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Through the eyes of a child, life is simple
Through the eyes of a child, life is new Then times are sad, they don't have a clue When poverty strikes; on tattered hearts bells shine anew Children sometimes visit the lonely and the blue. Bringing smiles and open doors It brings about a light that's new. Through the eyes of a child, the elderly are wise having much to share in their lives. Through the eyes of a child. Through the eyes of a child daytime is safe, darkness brings a mysterious fate. Through the eyes of a child, nestled all in their bed, Sweetest dreams, of wonderous things floating through their heads. So remember the brightness, and the glow, and the spirit that you know; in the eyes of a child.
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