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Each Second The loss of fear is a child The quiet, the reach, the belief Is mild with vision and disregard See our terms where we began Living as leaves all the world over Where seasons connection, swivel change into one thought See you in summer, is a winter for you; from one child to another Red sky at night, sailors delight Red sky in morning, sailors warning All children know in visitation Across the playground in primary, Custody is not a call, rather a soldier's sin for each child knows the need to witness