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I remember years ago a little girl with her laughter from high up on your shoulders you would tell me stories, and sing to me softly once I had

: I remember years ago a little girl with her laughter from high up on your shoulders you would tell me stories, and sing to me softly once I had

: I remember years ago a little girl with her laughter from high up on your shoulders you would tell me stories, and sing to me softly once I had