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In my mind still,
stay the memory of you,
of your little face like a,
beauty and happy baby ...
I was sure that not,
there was no other love,
like yours,
on in other occasion,
not once, again, ooohm.
Being a mother is like a fascination.
Save me for a second,
in the seconds,
in your little heart,
because I don't forget of the mine,
I know in there live,
you sweet voice,
and your beauty smile.
Because the party,
no started,
and you are dancing,
and you do it again,
you do not know,
how you make me happy.
I did not know,
how to be a best mother,
but I learned to be,
for you.
And I just,
they know,
how to really love you,
as once I really loved you ... Someday
stay the memory of you,
of your little face like a,
beauty and happy baby ...
I was sure that not,
there was no other love,
like yours,
on in other occasion,
not once, again, ooohm.
Being a mother is like a fascination.
Save me for a second,
in the seconds,
in your little heart,
because I don't forget of the mine,
I know in there live,
you sweet voice,
and your beauty smile.
Because the party,
no started,
and you are dancing,
and you do it again,
you do not know,
how you make me happy.
I did not know,
how to be a best mother,
but I learned to be,
for you.
And I just,
they know,
how to really love you,
as once I really loved you ... Someday
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