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You wore buttons and bows, timid and shy; Such a sweet little girl, apple of my eye. You loved pretty dresses, all frilly with lace; Your eyes seemed to dance in your beautiful face. We were best friends through your teen years; I shared your excitement and wiped away tears. Now you're a woman, with your own family; But with all that you do, you still make time for me. You call or come over nearly every day; Just to make sure that I am okay. You take great care of me, that is for sure; I'm very blessed to have you, for a daughter! |
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