Fly. Child. Fly.
Stretch those wings of pink and silver to the sky
Because soon they will disapper.
Just fly child. Fly.
Dance child, dance,
Twirl like a ballerina, in your joyful trance,
Because soon you’ll be ashamed to,
Just dance, child, dance.
Smile, child, smile,
Giggle at anything half worthwhile,
Because soon there will be less,
Just smile, child, smile.
Child, please, don’t grow up to soon,
Just keep singing to your happy tune,
Because soon, it will end.
Be happy child
Just, Be happy to be a child.
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