Tiny arms that grasp you tight,
Pleasant dreams throughout the night,
Gazing at flickering candle-light,
These things make me better.
Singing a song with joy in my heart,
Words of wisdom to kindly impart,
Employing pianistic fingers to dart,
These things make me better.
Giving in charity and agape love,
Raindrops sprinkling from above,
Faith, hope and peace like a dove,
These things make me better.
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