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A Little Dream

Dream a little dream for me
Among the stars make me roam.
Walk a little walk for me
Little child take me home.


Break a little smile for me
For I may see the heavens shine.
Extend your little hand to me
So your happiness may also be mine.


Dance a little dance with me
So I may forget my sorrow.
Sing a little song to me
So I may hope for tomorrow.


Run about little child
Extend your hand to the sky.
May peace be with you forever
Even if it could not be mine.

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