
Oh, how I wish to be the end of this day,
so I can sleep and look at the stars, far away.
I wish to dream of the toys,
who have silly voice,
and the shapes of an grape,
who make me so laugh,
the silly toys that I have.
The rocket, who launches or mybe
a plane or two.
Oh, how I love my toys so much,
and the toys loves me,
together we rule the world, galaxies and seas.
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