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Little Child 

Here look, - beware of the little child,'cause he knows that ways are open.
He knows what you and I have forgot a long time ago.

You were there only yesterday,out in the distance, oh so far away.
He's still there, yet right beside you, reminding us all of the long forgotten tales of life.

His eyes glows of the miracles of today and in his sleep he speaks to God.
They talk about the mysteries of tomorrow and of the fairy tales they are gonna make together.

Here look, - beware of the little child, for in his hands he holds the power.
He has picked up small seeds of love from a long time ago.

You see them and wonder how, oh how they got here, from so far away.
He say's he rode with God in the wind and that it is time for seeds to grow and be green.

He looks into your eyes and you know, that in his sleep he speaks to God.
That they have spoken about tomorrow and of the fairy tales from yesterday, long forgotten.

Here look, - beware of the little child' cause he sowed the seeds of love in you.

Here look, - beware of the little child, for he has the power of dreams in hand.

He knows what you and I have forgot a long time ago.

© Tina Holm 1993

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