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Envious eyes that are stuck in you like a bullet;

Child, I wonder if you are what I see?


As I hear a song from my childhood, I remember like yesterday
When I pretended to be just like you!
My eyes are envious, I am somehow convinced your smile is real,
I hear your laughter without any pauses,
I see your happiness without any cracks;
You are what every child should be,
No earthquakes, storms or floods...
Just a little rain with a touch of sun and rainbows over your head!

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