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Ignorece is Bliss
In a forest, a small child plays,
In blissful ingnorece, she plays with the jays.
The pain ahead, she will never know,
If only she never had to grow.
These are the days the world was perfect,
Before her world, cruelty, affects.
Heartache and sorrow are yet to come,
The joy in her heart will soon be numbed.
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