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From the smile on your lips, to your beautiful eyes –

With your soft, golden hair, you’d soon win a prize.

      I know that I’m prejudiced, because you are mine,

      But Baby you’re beautiful. I think you’re divine.

 

As I move round the room, your eyes following me,

You’re absorbing the new things you’re able to see.

     You’ve come into this world and just captured my heart

     And I knew this would happen right from the start.

 

Now Baby you’re growing – you’ll soon be a child.

Your charms are enchanting; my heart is *beguiled.

      You toddle to me for a kiss and embrace.

       How can I resist such a dear little face?

 

You’re studying pictures and learning new words;

You’re playing on swings and pointing to birds.

     You’re tottering round on your unsteady feet:

      Oh you’re such fun to be with, and so very sweet.

 

You’re a beautiful baby, but I’ve said that before –

But I shouldn’t say 'Baby', for now you are four.

     Your school and new friends will take up your time,

      But don't forget Baby you’ll always be mine.

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