When a child is born
When a child is born
He is charmed with love
Nobody knows the writings
Written beyond his innocent face
Sometimes the time tricks the game
And coach everything strange to his brain
He is then called the mature of his age
The charm of early days lost in a stage
Situations travels him what it wants to teach
Happenings what he will has to be face
After the journey of this whole cycle
Fewer awarded by graceful references
But something beats inertly that ask
For what purpose was it all?
For what purpose was it all?
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