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The Little Things


We eat, we look, we touch, we play

These are the things that make my day

You grow, I age, you flourish, I remember

These are the things that make my day 

You count, I teach, we touch our little feet

These are the things that make my fay

You cry, I care, we cuddle, love grows

These are the things that make my day 

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