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Hear the children’s laughter,

it is all the same.

High pitched and infectious,

a dear for the ears.

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Black, white, brown or yellow,

they have the same smile.

Well nourished or starving,

they have one desire.

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Some good fortune for kids,

having a true home,

with someone to hold them.

Someone to kiss them.

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But an ill fate for those,

having such a house,

and not a home to go.

No one to embrace.

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Yet… still blessed beings,

seeing no evil,

hearing only good things.

Uncorrupted minds.

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Let children, be children.

Make them see beauty.

Show them the precise way,

let love be their light!