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Tired Eyes
Tired little eyes,
Awake and arise ,
For yet another day,
For yet time to play,
So young and so free,
Another day to be,
A child of destiny.
You lucky,lucky things,
What wonder childhood brings,
With games to play,
Each, every day,
Cherish your time,
You are devine,
Children of mine.
D.Ullman 2000 ©
