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Autumn rain
I am born Tiny body full of life No knowledge Of the road I am taking My first steps on Childhood If I could grow down Instead of up I will stay little A little longer Love An unsolved mistery Within my grasp is A whole world Of possibilities Dreams Are only for night time I hear My first child's cry And I cry My life A moment I blink... And it's gone But I will keep on Living Through you
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