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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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