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Little Sunbeam comes to play,
It leaves by night,
And comes by day,
I don’t know why it doesn’t stay,
I love that Little Sunbeam.
It chases dust around the room,
A cloud goes by,
And very soon,
The Little Sunbeam turns to gloom,
Goodbye my Little Sunbeam.
That was back when I was young,
When life was simple,
Full of fun,
And now when days seem dark and glum,
I think of Little Sunbeam.
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