There is this magical thing from the day a baby girl is born.
Her face brings a gentle disguise of an angel sent from heaven.
Days go by as she grows, her voice is like a cheerful chant, her smiles are escapes from our daily stress in life, her hugs so dear it can shine through.
A baby girl's song is music in our ears.
She sings more than what written words can speak.
Like angels who fly around, she has no troubled spirits.
She will stick with you no matter what.
Her whispers and silent tears are the blows of a cold breeze that touches a soul.
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