Look at a little child
They find joy
In the small things
They share their joy
And Turn a stiff
Man into his opposite
He smiles and goo's at them
They turn dark shadows
From unfeeling cold
To light and laughing's warmth
A strange thing they are
A kiss can stop their pain
A simple smile can send them leaping
Strange, yes
And earning what we have
So I guess their not strange
Just human.
And we're all strange
In our own ways
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