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Don’t
try to read his barren face.
His mind has found a secret place.
He’s of the children who don’t
speak,
And your heart will only break
To see him staring into space.
No light can find a way inside
The captive world behind his eyes.
He’s of the children who don’t
smile,
He’ll always be the distant child,
Silent til the day he dies.
What thoughts he has are his alone.
He cannot come, I cannot go.
He’s of the children who don’t
play,
And I’ll never hear him say
That he loves me, but I know.
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