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O.C. Bearheart

Accordion

For children with good taste

Accordion, accordion,
I do so love the way
That you can make the people dance
Every time you play.
Accordion, accordion,
I love the way you bring
A cry of melancholy woe
To all the songs you sing.
Accordion, accordion,
I love your dials and gears
That work in close harmony
To alleviate my fears.
Accordion, accordion,
Play one more time for me
The song that made me fall in love
With everything I see.

(2012)

#BedTime #Children

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