A child's love is like a ray of sunshine
On a cold and dreary day
It warms the heart and brings delight
In every single way
A child's love is pure and true
It knows no bounds or rules
It's the kind of love that's selfless
And always plays by the golden rule
A child's love is like a flower
That blooms with each new spring
It's a joy to behold and nurture
A beautiful and precious thing
So cherish the love of a child
For it is a treasure rare
Hold it close and never let it go
For it will always be there.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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