Future Daughter
When I'll hold you in my arms, Cradle you by my tummy,
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When I'll hold you in my arms, Cradle you by my tummy,
She was broken... Sadness on her face, She was crushing... the pain was too much
sans titre Ma lettre á vous mon amour
If they were to be given medals no one will meddle, For without them we would have death wished,
Afraid of life but looking for love, Am glad God sent you from above,
Too strong to break Too heavy to shake
Teaching is a calling not a profession, Don't mistake this for a chicken and egg question
Evening, after the sun set, and after dinner was over, My eyes caught you in your evening glamour,