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Sunrise, Sunset

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older;
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.

Now is the little boy a bridegroom
Now is the little girl a bride.
Under the canopy I see them,
Side by side.

- Sheldon Harnick, Jerry Bock

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