My Only Child

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Oh, my dear daughter I really burst me into laughter You were praising in hymns My name was repeated by name Oh, my lovely child How could you become so kind? You were naughty and careless I always shouted you on face How were they as colorful and magical words? You sang for need to look always forward I was moved at your simplicity I saw clear reflection of almighty My feet were dancing Your words were really piercing Touching my heart and making to weep How lovely you looked and so happily to keep Any mother on earth may feel Special entity and super individual Over the growth of children To realize it all of sudden You spoke of no difference Between Him and me at once Oh lovely child, you stole my heart You were my precious part I saw in you Divine reflection I always loved secretly and had no reaction I might have gone angry over some misdeeds I had seen it as rare opportunity and need

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