Aug 2011
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
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
Written by
Charlotte Hutchinson
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