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Dreaming Baby | ||
| The baby coos and bites his ring. He's sitting tall, just like a king. He drams of castles in the air With many queens and princes fair. He walks through jungles steamy hot, So thankful for the things he's got. He runs a race against a horse And lifts a thousand pounds by force. He pilots soaring glider craft And navigates a river raft. He's dreaming now, but through the years He'll learn to overcome all fears. | ||
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