The day I met you were so small.
The day I met you I held you close.
The days moved into weeks.
The weeks moved to months, all along holding you close.
You’re getting so big.
I only hope and pray the day will not come,
the day where I cannot hold you close.
The day I met you I held you close.
The days moved into weeks.
The weeks moved to months, all along holding you close.
You’re getting so big.
I only hope and pray the day will not come,
the day where I cannot hold you close.
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