we desire to bloom
you restrict,
you forget our nature.
you think us elve's
you treat us pygmy adults;
we laden with heavy dresses,
we play with gadgets
we live in a strange world
Where our innate shrinks.
we prison in notebooks.
our cheerful face turns gloomy,
please hold back your yardsticks,
we have wings to fly
To reach the moon.
you restrict,
you forget our nature.
you think us elve's
you treat us pygmy adults;
we laden with heavy dresses,
we play with gadgets
we live in a strange world
Where our innate shrinks.
we prison in notebooks.
our cheerful face turns gloomy,
please hold back your yardsticks,
we have wings to fly
To reach the moon.
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