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And see the dear baby, too. More so, when you would be with me, Me dying ot see you. When you'd be in my arms, When I would kiss you. When I would hug you tight, And show my love to you. You may not realize, How impatient I am. TO meet both of you, How desperate I am. So meet me soon, dear. Pray, the days pass fast. Soon, I would meet you dear, Forever to keep you in my arms. |