Through the eyes of a child |
| The wide eyes of a child look upon a world reborn |
| See the glory of a rose that never bears a thorn |
| The wide eyes of a child can invent a laughing moon |
| And the orange sun leaps high just as a floating toy balloon |
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| He clearly sees the flower and the bird |
| Whose thoughts he knows without needing any word |
| And any child can hear ringing laughter from a stream |
| Hear the music of the heart, to us a half-forgotten dream |
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| In sleep he hears the star's distant song |
| Oh, may its wonder last for his whole life long |
| If we had vision too, as we stumble on our ways |
| We could sometimes see our days as through the eyes of a child |
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