Awoken by a whisper
Fresh eyes peering up at me
I am tired, so tired
But even I cannot resist
This sweet, little face
Just inches from mine
So happy to see me,
It brings me to tears
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
Awoken by a whisper
Fresh eyes peering up at me
I am tired, so tired
But even I cannot resist
This sweet, little face
Just inches from mine
So happy to see me,
It brings me to tears
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