|Play With Me © 1989 Warren Throckmorton|
Theres a magic moment sent down from the sky.
Descending so stealthily, it almost passes me by.
It may be in the morning or the late afternoon,
Or sometime after midnight, when the cow jumps over the moon.
Come, play with me.
She brightens me with sunshine twinkling from her eyes.
And come, play with me.
Play with Me!
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