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Look at all those smiling faces
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how could we let them go
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the innocence in their eyes
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they didn't know how to write
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or remember their age
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A school of warm apparitions
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in the corner of my mind
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from time to time
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into the earth the children flow
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stolen at the dawn of their lives
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Do you remember their names?
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They must know how precious
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don't have to try
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they must know how precious
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don't try
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Smiling Faces
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| The Boxers |
