When you grow up, if you become a pilot, I will fly on your
plane.
When you grow up, if you become a concert pianist, I will come hear you at Carnegie Hall.
When you grow up, if you go off to Africa to study elephants, I will go on safari and find you.
When you grow up, if you become a fashion designer, I will
wear your dresses.
When you grow up, if you are happy, I will dance with you.
When you grow up, if you want to call me, I will listen.
For I will love you all my days.
And even after all my days, Memories will
come and sit beside you and you will never be alone.
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