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my baby
my fingertips beg you to grow faster
beg you to show you're there
i want you to breathe my air
i want to know the color of your hair
and the eyes that stare
i want to see what clothes you'll wear
and smiles you spare
i want you to have the kindness that's rare
we'll be the best pair
let them say what they want, i don't care.
beg you to show you're there
i want you to breathe my air
i want to know the color of your hair
and the eyes that stare
i want to see what clothes you'll wear
and smiles you spare
i want you to have the kindness that's rare
we'll be the best pair
let them say what they want, i don't care.
Published 4th Dec 2012
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4th Dec 2012 5:49pm
Anticipation is usually the best part... except in a case such as this - reality trumps the dream! Last line tinges the moment with a bit of trepidation. Nobody can dull the color of your rainbow without permission. *don't* give it ;)
5th Dec 2012 10:34pm
Anonymous
14th Dec 2012 2:39am
Nice! Greta tribute to your baby. :)
