| The time has come to set aside
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| The stories we’re told
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| And talk about the children growing old
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| For building blocks and colour books
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| Will soon fade away
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| And you’ll forget the prayers you have prayed
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| It’s funny but I never thought
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| That you would ever need
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| Much more than just a simple fantasy
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| But hours seem to slip away and
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| Years how they’ve flown
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| I’ve come to see just how much you have grown
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| Taylor Ann, the world is waiting just for you
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| With colour, tears, and all the things I knew
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| Taylor Ann, I hope that we can find the time
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| To sing your songs and make your poems rhyme
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| Today I found a picture book
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| With princes and kings
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| Yes, ev’ryone of us believes in dreams
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| I know it’s hard to understand the
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| Things that you feel
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| Where stories end and life becomes so real
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| Taylor Ann, the world is waiting just for you
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| With colour, tears, and all the things I knew
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| Taylor Ann, I hope that we can find the time
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| To sing your songs and make your poems rhyme
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| Taylor Ann, the world is waiting just for you
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| With colour, tears, and all the things I knew
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| Taylor Ann, I hope that we can find the time
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| To sing your songs and make your poems rhyme
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| To sing your songs and make your poems rhyme
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| Oh oh Taylor Ann |