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Singing in the shower I sound a bit like Elvis
Looking in the mirror I look a bit like Travolta
Walking down the road I stroll a bit like Pacino
Talking to my friends I sound a bit like Cage
Holding my dear daughter I feel a bit like Mother Theresa
Talking in my meeting I roll the words like Gandhi
Driving in my car I look a bit like Andretti
Making love is when I feel a bit like Juan
Working in the day I feel a bit like Powell
Dancing to the music I look a bit like Astaire
Turning in for sleep I lay down like Van Winkle
When I dream I dream of peace
and love throughtout the world
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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