This fairytale place is our saving grace.
This is the only place the angel plays.
We were both just born yesterday,
still figuring out how to stay.
Wind blows our hair in all directions.
Please let them not make any corrections,
the giants, our mean authority.
They only wish for our conformity.
Let us stay like this forever.
Let them not make us too clever.
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My eyes open, taking in the world around. The chattering mouths, staring eyes, smiles. Caring faces, loving arms... Some have long hair, others short but they all are taller than me.
Her cute blonde haircut dances wild around her head, Flying free as wild as can be; I couldn't imagine my sweet Miu any other way.
I'm a little boy As happy as can be I run around all day and night My face a picture of glee Don't have to think at all About the things I need My mum and dad they sort me out Attend to every need.
Who says kids are too young for love.
Cross your t's and your heart, Be quiet and don't even start, Children should be seen, not heard, Their behavior is just absurd. Lie in bed and say your prayers, Eat your broccoli and your pears.
In orange and in lemon trees Wind and sun do as they please Butterflies and laundry flutter, My child's hair as blonde as butter Wasps with yellow whiskers wait for food, beside her china plate Ants...
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