Where birds fly over the rainbow high
Songs that have stood the test of times
Songs that no one ever asks "why?"
Words don't justify the concepts taught
Lies that glaze the lips of those who learn
Yet the truth never is sought
Never does the fire of curiousity burn
For at that age, the unusual innocence
Rules your senses, naive to be
And without this inability to see any sense
Childhood would just be your mystery.
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