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Sing a song unto her
flying high, the words purr
reveal the stars of night to her
pure eyes light the sky

Kiss her cheeks and stroke her
hair but please don't forget
who she was to me
my precious baby.

An angel to rival
the heavens grace
she will steal your heart
for all days

Bewitched, you follow
yet you lead
she follows her heart
you both follow need

Need of the soul
not of the body
precious to both
for you, children, are in love