Child of Cheer
By doughunt
Child of cheer, so far, so near oh if I could hear the sounds you hear run through meadows golden, the touch of dew flashing in the sun the taste of life on my tongue dream your dreams, beneath the tree of peace that could but never will be Child of cheer set me free ...they never will be Written April 21st, 1968 © on Aug 28 2001 02:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Child of cheer, so far, so near ..."