From the 'The Third eYe' archives
One morn I awoke,
Just as the sun rose.
Involuntarily, a song escaped my lips,
And a tap dance my tiny heart did.
Just beyond the window I spied
The yellow and green and the hazy mist.
The dawn of a new day is something to anticipate
But sadly, every passing day is innocence lost.
Ignorance is bliss, as you well know
But inevitable it is that I should grow.
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