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Children
You are a preciouse flower
A special being indeed
A child of the universe
That grew from a majical seed
Every child is a treasure
A gift from heaven above
Sent to earth to teach us
The meaning of true love
Your innocence, your honesty
And oh those beautiful smiles
Your fun and your laughter
The love that shines in your eyes
Shows us whats important
So that when were growing old
How sweet our memories will be
For you are worth more than gold
A special being indeed
A child of the universe
That grew from a majical seed
Every child is a treasure
A gift from heaven above
Sent to earth to teach us
The meaning of true love
Your innocence, your honesty
And oh those beautiful smiles
Your fun and your laughter
The love that shines in your eyes
Shows us whats important
So that when were growing old
How sweet our memories will be
For you are worth more than gold
A Fathers Love
A Father stands behind the chair
Strong and silent,hes just there
Two paces behind on family walks
Listening to mother and Daughter talk
Out all day making a living
Not asking for much,always giving
Husband,lover,father,friend
Someone on whom we all depend
You might have been famouse and maybe rich
Could have sailed the seven seas
Instead you chose a family
A sweet little girl upon your knee
And when I,m old I will recall
Your eyes so warm and deep
And when the wind blows I will hear
You whistling down the street
Too many things to mention now
For I am going to sleep
And dream my dreams in which you walk
A whistling down the street
Strong and silent,hes just there
Two paces behind on family walks
Listening to mother and Daughter talk
Out all day making a living
Not asking for much,always giving
Husband,lover,father,friend
Someone on whom we all depend
You might have been famouse and maybe rich
Could have sailed the seven seas
Instead you chose a family
A sweet little girl upon your knee
And when I,m old I will recall
Your eyes so warm and deep
And when the wind blows I will hear
You whistling down the street
Too many things to mention now
For I am going to sleep
And dream my dreams in which you walk
A whistling down the street
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