all things the world can't solve
but I find in the rocking chair
as I sing and stroke your hair
your tiny fingers around my wrist
I'm going to miss this
why must it end?
didn't it just begin?
let's rewind the clock
the ticking, it never stops
your warm breath against my arm
your soft blanket keeping us warm
your tender little snore
just how many nights
have we done this before?
the squeak of the chair
your damp curly hair
cuddles with bear
can't we stay here?
love isn't fair
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