Petra won’t always be a baby. Someday she’ll be big, like you.
And then she will walk and I will hold her hand and we will walk together.
Have you seen my heart? It melted into a little puddle and dripped away.
Petra won’t always be a baby. Someday she’ll be big, like you.
And then she will walk and I will hold her hand and we will walk together.
Have you seen my heart? It melted into a little puddle and dripped away.
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