Where do the children play?*
The spring is here, winter has passed
I feel alive, smell the flowers and the grass
The robins are chirping and the skies are blue
Sun is shining a bright red orange, this is true
Youth all around, they come and go with the day
Amazingly they do this but to ask, where do the children play?
Dom*Colucci 2012
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