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If you looked into the mind of an innocent child, you would find a place of miracles and a never-ending happy heaven, full of starlights and sweet with a smile to adorn it, for such a place is untouched but by the angels of security and the pure dreams that come from the passionate love of life. If you wish to see the blissful art of lovingly picking a bouqet of kisses to wrap in satin clouds and deliver to the lady moon, simply sneak a peek through a window to the soul and find yourself immediately lost but completely overwhelmed by the care that comes from singing a song in the rain just so the earth can hear it. only then with you realize that you can never extract the soul of a child. and even if you could, the only sight you would see under your microscopes and knives would be the laughter of ignorence that you long to reach for but know that life has wished you ill. and your punishment for maturity is to merely sit and stare like an invisible peeping tom at the longings of your heart, forever knowing that your one true love never really existed.