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oh! you are so easy to critique

after all you are my baby and my princess

I bet your guardian angels up in heaven

are all giggling and ready with their sticks



unlike your brother who was born old

you could not wait for your first scream

you wiggled and kicked and sobbed

and sent your Doctor to the insanity room



everytime I tell you not to touch

you dip your fingers when you are not watch

and if I buy you the houses and dolls

you're always ready to trade it with robots and guns



and then someone broke your trusting heart

you laid your weary head into my bosom

and if you only know I almost died

looking at my princess with a broken heart



but life goes on and your dashing prince

arrived, and together you made your dreams come true,

in that faraway land you settled in, and everytime

I visit, you glow with pride, in a happy bliss



If you only know my only wish,without sounding

so obsolete,to carry you in my arms again,your

baby's breath lingers in my memory,and I pray

Oh! Lord let the memory stay