When you're not in diapers anymore
Feeling the rush of your own first steps
When you're not napping in kindergarten
Like a seed at the bottom of the world
When you're not suffering the ninth year drought
When you're not moronic fifteen zut
When you can never get enough traveling
When you can never get enough holding
When you're not in Zurich or with child
When you're just not feeling it anymore
But still in love with the world
When you're not able to walk or speak
When you've not forgotten me anymore
But when you're good and ready come
I'll be waiting at Zuma's shore
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