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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