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Touch the Sky
Daddy helps me on the swing
Hold it tightly! Clasp and cling!
Whooshing up I shout and sing
Higher! Higher! Higher!
Summer breezes gently blow
Sunshine glints and flowers glow
Children playing, see them go
Higher! Higher! Higher!
Pushing, pushing, one two three
Everybody look at me
Listen as I yell with glee
Higher! Higher! Higher!
Maybe I can touch the sky
I’ll never know unless I try
So come along and watch me fly
Higher! Higher! Higher!
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