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I'll eat the last of the raspberries
And hope that you won't mind You'll eat the last of the strawberries And hope that I'll be kind I'll ruffle your hair And play with your feet We'll talk about where The book club may meet I'll paint you an ocean Of greens and of blues You'll count off the fish By ones and by twos We'll roll on the carpet The doors and the floors You'll row me away In a boat with no oars There isn't a task we've yet to complete Except keeping my room all tidy and neat You are my best friend And I am yours,too We'll go to a world You never truly knew We'll climb to the top of the highest peek We'll be the giants Both carefree and unique Screaming from the top Once every single day Hold tight to that cloud And take me away
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