The children love to play,
Everyday I see them sing and play,
They put use to their imagination,
The wonder of youth,
WonderBoy,
How do you work your mind?
WonderGirl,
What makes you feel?
The children love to sing,
From birth they are without sin,
The children love to play,
They love to sing,
They love to fly,
They feel that nothing can stop them now,
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