O little one hold my hand
Learn to crawl, walk and stand
Hold on to me until you sing
But sing not the songs of my land
Walk with me, but not my path
Play with me, but not my game
Share my bed, but not my dreams
O little one dance on your songs beat
For the tree is known by its fruit
And the ocean by its tides glory
Tomorrow's sunrise in today's sunset
So go spread your wings, O little one
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