Their laughters and their cryTheir smiles and their tempers
Those sleepless nights
Those moments that you try not to fight
or cry!
With worries or with joy!
they all come in the box, my friend.
Love it or hate it
Those little tender hearts
Those little minds of innocence
all lie in your hands
to love and to cherish
Because of them, you are!
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