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I can hold you in my hand
You’re so small
And already so special
You’re the only present
I wish was late
So tiny
Yet your wail
Sounds like a trumpet
I’m so glad
You’re no longer blue
Never scare your mother and I
like that
again, ever
You’ll be my precious treasure
Now and forever