Innocence loves me
Like the stars love the night
Like Eden loves the apple
Like fascination loves the fight
As the ear loves a whisper
And a secret loves the mute
As the lotus loves the murky
And the petal loves the root
Like a breeze to the pines
It lingers through the thorns
Innocence loves me
Like the healing loves the torn
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