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Oct 2013
Meanwhile
In a land of simple pleasures
And fulfilled dreams
A child sings like the world is perfect
Not knowing that someday
Pleasure will be harder to come by
Dreams harder to achieve

The song is not much
No rhyme or rhythm
But these things do not matter
To a child.
Perfection
Does not matter
In a place where everyone loves you.
Alice Julia Miller
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