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A toast to childhood,
to those smiles that know how to shine,
like dancing pearls, in rivers of paper,
where dreams float and time is a laurel.

For the simple joy, the endless play,
the sincere hugs and the childish world,
for the laughter that nestles in every corner,
to the flowers of the soul, to the pure heart.

Here's to the magic, to the love that is felt,
to the invisible ties that bind people together,
in the laughter of a child, in the twinkle of an eye,
in every firm step, in every red embrace.

For summer days and starry nights,
by gentle promises, by uplifted hands,
to the light of a lighthouse that guides your walk,
Let's toast to childhood, which will never end.