The Heart of a Child
My friend you are fair, and strong, and wise
With your sun-gold hair, and your brave blue eyes.
But why have you stolen my heart to-day?
For it is such a strange and wayward thing,
(And birds that are caged will not always sing)
And a child's heart, what should it know of love . . . it only cares for play.
With your sun-gold hair, and your brave blue eyes.
But why have you stolen my heart to-day?
For it is such a strange and wayward thing,
(And birds that are caged will not always sing)
And a child's heart, what should it know of love . . . it only cares for play.
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