When you spin and you twirl, I can see into your world.
Those big brown eyes, that stare into the skies.
And as you reach for the heavens, next year you'll be seven.
You're getting older, and I can't make it go slower.
Soon one day that's not too far away,
You won't want to stay and you won't want to play.
So I just have one wish, that I'm begging you not to miss.
Please don't forget, that I was your first kiss.
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