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Child of song

Child of song

The most beautiful music 
Is in the children's voices, 
The voice of the people
Vox populi,  
Is in the inimitable soul
Of the young,  
Like sweet daisies in the sunshine 
And first laughter, 
We bask in the child of song 

The most beautiful music 
Is in the children's voices
Calling out to the wind 
Your heart plays the music 
Words in the night 
A lullaby to sleep by 
Slowly to sleep child, is 
The joy you'll find as 
We bask in the child of song 

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Tina Moore

children love singing and i love listening .sometimes when they are very young its beautiful listening to them singing even though they put the wrong words in lol  so cute. lovely piece jai in respect to the child 
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Jai Masters

that's why I write this 

for respect of the child 

Tina thank you for your :) review

luv Jai 

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BLOSSOM

I thought that was truly lovely Jai, you captured the very essence of a child's spirit.  Light, heartfelt and breezy. 

Is in the inimitable soul
Of the young,  
Like sweet daisies in the sunshine 

A beautiful personification Jai, lovely imagery :)

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