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 When I bring to thee coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why are flowers painted in tints—when I give coloured toys to thee, my child.

When I sing to make thee dance I truly know why there is music in leaves and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth; when I sing to make thee dance.

When I bring sweet things to thy greedy hands I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower and why are fruits secretly filled with sweet juice when I bring sweet things to thy greedy hands.

When I kiss thy face to make thee smile, my darling, I surely understand what is the pleasure that streams from the sky in morning light and what delight is that which the summer breeze brings to my body when I kiss thee to make thee smile.