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Just with the step ascending, a sort of clarity replacing the mumbling over my tone
Less freed to the high pitch of bouncing toes, makes me feel a Lil bit grown

Portraiting the amazing shapes,keeping the canvas and sketch aside
Forced to wipeout the clumsy muddy hands,
where the real happiness reside

Even being unknown,so-called “let it be,she’s just a child”,figured out the smiling face
The more grown up from child,a bit far “let it be”has gone, taking the fastest pace

Never had an eager to know the real meaning of think,how it sounds
Who knows it’s tasks of filling”before speak or before do” and a lot more it bounds

No more hurt, no more compelled rather a bit less,
I wanna be
The more I grow up, the more of childhood, I dream to see


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