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When my child rubs his eyes
The sun peeps through my little window,
And I say him goodmorning with a bow.
The awaiting golden rays of sunrise,
Makes my little hut a paradise.
My little child wakes up rubbing his eyes,
Little knowing about the world he...
And I say him goodmorning with a bow.
The awaiting golden rays of sunrise,
Makes my little hut a paradise.
My little child wakes up rubbing his eyes,
Little knowing about the world he...
