She runs here, she runs there, With her little feet, she runs everywhere She is the sunshine of my home, she is the one who makes it sweet home She cries, she smiles, she laughs; whatever she does she makes it a task When she sleeps at odd hours, everybody waits for her to wake up When she wakes up at odd hours, playing on her own, laughing and smiling. She would cry sometimes, to wake me up, she...
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