Little lady, you live in my protection. Butterfly baby, your bassinet is under a canopy in my land. Songbird girl, I am yours. Forever and ever, I am yours, your genie of the magic lamp. Oh, yes, of course I could grant your wishes, if only you believed in me. You insist on wishing on a star when I am here for you, just on the other side of the
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