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How does the world influence our music-making?

First you make your fingers click

then you stamp your feet

both hands slap your knees

and clap on the beat

Lullaby, my sweet little baby

What meanest thou to cry?

Lullaby, my sweet little baby

Oh, singing is a good thing

I wish everyone would sing

We're better together than apart

'cause singing is a protest and an art

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