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I feel the rhythmic creaking of my rocking chair
And press my cheek, so soft, against your downy hair. I drop a kiss upon each peaceful slumbering eye And utter in my heart a silent hopeful prayer. I want to nurture you and teach you to reach high, I want you to understand that it’s okay to cry. I’ll teach you to catch snowflakes on your tiny tongue And marvel at the rainbows in the glistening sky. I’ll show you nature’s miracles, after spring has sprung And show you all the little creatures hiding among The rocks and crevices. I want to teach you How to sing the song that’s left unsung. I want to show you lions, roaring at the zoo, And be your secret confidant when you’re feeling blue. You are my precious child. None can compare. Remember always who you are, my darling, I love you
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