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If I knew the box where the smiles are kept,
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No matter how large the key,
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Or strong the bolt I would try so hard
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'Twould open I know for me,
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Then over the land and sea broadcast
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I'd scatter the smiles to play,
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That the children's faces might hold them fast.
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For many and many a day. |
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If I knew the box that was large enough |
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To hold all the frowns I meet, |
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I would like to gather them every one |
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From the nursery, school or street, |
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Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in |
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And turning the monster key, |
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I'd hire a giant to drop the box |
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To the depths of the deep, deep sea. |
