Holding Hands
I can’t wait for spring break
when I will bake a cake.
I will bake you something nice
with cinnamon and spice.
We’ll take a walk in the park
before the night, before the dark.
I’ll hold your hand and you’ll hold mine
at the end of the day, ‘till the end of time.
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