And love to smile with it,
I like my friends a lot,
Who is hurting me not.
I do have lovely dreams,
Just like fairy tales,
I don't want to think much,
Because I'm a little kid
I trust you when you smile,
I get angry when u tease,
I cry and cry and cry
When I don’t get what I need.
I gather the things I like
And break the things aren’t nice
Like a kite I fly
And joy the beauty of life
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