seethe

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See the little children laugh and sing, laugh and sing Fantasy is such a common thing, common thing Love is why the flowers grow Of all the red and blue I wish they never had to know Love can hurt them too See the little children laugh and sing, laugh and sing See the little children running by, running by Happiness is dancing in each pie, in each eye Love is just a mountain tall Where angels learn to sing How could they know that angels fall Before they grow their wings? See the children ru...