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I Am A Child

I am a child; I’ll last a while. You can’t conceive of the pleasure in my smile.

I Am A Child

The sky is blue and so is the sea. What is the color, when black is burned?

I Am A Child

You are a man, you understand. You pick me up and you lay me down again; you make the rules, you say what’s fair – it’s lots of fun to have you there.

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You hold my hand, rough up my hair – it’s lots of fun to have you there.

I Am A Child

God gave to you, now, you give to me; I’d like to know what you learned.

On The Way Home

Though we rush ahead to save our time, we are only what we feel.