Childhood
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Spring thou art childhood!
So beautiful, so careless,
Loving, quarreling, playing,
Shouting, crying,
Weeping, laughing,
With transparent heart,
Childhood thou art Angel!
Covered with truth,
Running behind butterflies,
Laugh of children- laugh of heaven,
Where there are no children-
The place is boring,
Alas! Soon it fades,
O Lord! Return my childhood,
Make me Angel,
To make the world beautiful,
Why I am painting red?
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