If I dare but see through the eyes of a child, what would it be?
Long hot summers on a beach with warm winds blowing off the sea.
Gulls fly high on the wing, all looking down at me calling can you see?
Games to be played on the sand, a castle with my father and me
Or in the water, not too far with mother, not deep just to the knee.
But best is the ice-cream given to me for the best day at the sea
Soft white sheets on my bed as I drift off to see the wonders, so free.


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