Young
Let's dance upon the sun!
It is nothing but a peeled orange
waiting to be kissed by our lips
wanting us to enjoy it's glimmering juices
But it is too hot to reach the sun
let us wait 'till the skies' children are born
tiny, trillions, orbs of life
clear as our minds, cool as our smiles
We don't know the danger
Rosy cheeks aren't for elder ones
Let them fall upon your face
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