When were children
We learned....
Fire harms
And water heals,
As age grows
You find no change
In knowledge
But you learn
The same things again
With different level
New fire.....
New water.....
Love and burn...
Again and again,
Be ready to earn
As do children:
With a neat heart
Reach for the best:
Stop the fake
And learn to make!
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