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| I'm still small |
| But I need to explore |
| What's on every path |
| And behind every door |
| Then I talk all day |
| 'bout what I have seen |
| And I will ask you to tell me |
| Where you have been |
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| But don't put me in a corner |
| To sit quietly on a chair |
| For when you come back |
| I might not be there |
| It'll take all your strength |
| To keep me on the ground |
| If you'd put me in a box |
| The box would jump around |
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| For I have to jump |
| And skip and play |
| And I need to explore |
| The world every day |
| For do you know ? |
| I'm almost five |
| And the world should know |
| That I am alive |
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| Then when at night |
| I lay gently in your arm |
| I look up to your face |
| And I get all calm |
| You see stars twinkling |
| Like diamonds in my eyes |
| And before you know it |
| You'll realize |
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| It's not any child |
| That came to you |
| I'm a special gift of love |
| To teach you what's true |
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