Hope is you,
you have become my hope
my baby girl promise for happy days
growing and growing
Come my baby girl
Come and born because I love you already
so much,
I have been loving you between eternities
after the fire and freeze
after the starve and death
I have been waiting my baby girl
see your round smile
Your laces and pink smell
come now, my sweet dream, born and be alive.
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