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My little girl and I lost mama just three years ago
And now that she is older there are things she wants to know
She said, please daddy tell me ’bout my mother ’cause I miss her.
I said, get pen and paper and I’ll help your draw her picture.
I said, first draw a heart so big there’s room for little else
Then write a million for the things that she denied herself
Draw a rose the kind of which there’ll never be another
And when you finish you will have a picture of your mother
If you want to make the picture even more complete
You could draw a little cottage, draw it nice and neat
Draw a bright and shining sun up in the sky above
But then again I guess it’s pretty hard to draw my love
So draw a heart so big that there is room for little else
Write a million for the things that she denied herself
Draw a rose the kind of which there’ll never be another
And when you finish you will have a picture of your mother.
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