Lial was born like a pretty moon And her pretty face is like that of the pretty moon,
She was born pretty and lovely Like the pretty planets in the sky up high and high,
Her pretty mom Dina and her handsome dad Ammar called her Lial which greatly means nights, and
She is growing up now like a pretty Flower that smells nice from afar.
Her grandmother calls her Lil and She lives happily with her mom and dad.
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