You are my baby,
Rocked in the cradle of my arms.
Your eyes are like glass.
I can see through them.
Your tiny fists that move around,
Look like small flowers with a bloom.
Your cheeks so soft, so tender,
I love to put mine on them.
You are my baby,
Rocked in the cradle of my arms.
And you will always be my baby,
Till you're big and tall.
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