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IMAGINARY CHARACTERS
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The Child
candyland dreams rocking horse giggles comforting hugs innocent wiggles trusting caresses promising love these are the things the heart dreams of these are the things the child dreams of rainbows and stars harmless desires sleeping beauties warm cozy fires passion for life hope for more love these are the things the soul dreams of these are the things the child dreams of and the saddest thing is love is defiled for we leave it behind afraid it's too wild and we learn to comform and we learn to be mild and we learn to deny that we are the child merry-go-rounds bucking horsey rides rolling in grass and sliding down slides piggy-back hugs sleeping in safe arms these are the things the heart calls charms these are the things the child calls charms cut out snowflakes cuddle up books sliding down poles magical looks the breathless squeeze the power of love these are the things the soul dreams of these are the things the child dreams of and the saddest thing is love is defiled for we leave it behind afraid it's too wild and we learn to comform and we learn to be mild and we learn to forget that we are the child The Child Ric Candor ©2000 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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