Sweet daughters, Brianna and Lily fair
Proud father to them, whom I love and care
I remember well, thy days of birth
My heart replete, abound in mirth
Enamoured soul, when our eyes met
Preen tears, `tis beauty I beget
Laud words spake I, good times betide
With thy mother loving, at baby`s side
My girls they grow, thus I espy
Time won`t cease, it moves with hie
Yet time can`t cease, my eternal love
For my darling girls; Eurynome`s doves
Thy hearts so pure, as my wife dear
With comliness of Chrissy, Epona Seer
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