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When you were just a little boy
Of maybe years of three
Close by you'd come, and shyly ask
To sit upon my knee
You'd "ride the horsey", 'til I tired
(You never did, yourself)
Then snuggle close against my chest
Just like a tiny elf
I'd tell you stories, sing you songs
Then stroke your sungold curls
While marv'ling at your dimpled cheeks
And tiny teeth, like pearls
An evening's tender moments spent
Would fill your little head
With nonsense rhymes and silly things
'fore off you went, to bed
I'd tuck you in so tenderly
And listen to your prayers
While you would curl and snuggle down
Through all the cover's layers
A kiss you'd beg, a hug, as well
Before I turned the light
Once more to stall the evening's hour
And then, a last good night
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