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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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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* Beguiled: charmed/enchanted/uplifted

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