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You are my little wildflower;
In our happy family;
You'll always be my special girl; I'll always be your
Mommy.

Oh, beautiful child;
You know you have quite a family;
Pink for Mom, blue for Dad, and white for you makes three.

Oh, beautiful child;
Spring is here, and flowers are in bloom;
We can go out to pick some and bring them back, so that they
can light up your room.

Oh, beautiful child;
There are many steps in a life of towers;
But, I know that you can find your way if you turn them into
flowers.

Oh, beautiful child;
Ribbons and bows most times adorn a present;
But, you can use them to make pretty flowers and to make
your world more pleasant.


Posted: 2011-11-10 19:52:32 UTC

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