When You give her Little Toys to Play
She molds in Your hands like Soft clay

If Her Heart could beat for Simple Pleasures
Where Are We Going Searching for Treasures

For Happiness and Success, What definitions We Give
Dancing to the tunes of our Desires - We Live

If We can become ChildrenAnd Let our Egos Fall
Bliss can be Experienced - In the Purest form of All

Let us Open our Eyes to see Beauty in Small Things
Before Time flies by, Taking Life on its Wings

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