My baby is tired she's worked hard today
And now she needs holding the end of her play
Sleep comes and covers her warmly and fast
And this time could maybe end up as the last
And each day she's growing so don't be unaware
It will not be long before she's her own one to care
So bask in the moments don't wish them away
Though they might seem inconvenient or silly or grey
'cause one day you'll wake and you'll want to say
"I wish life could have stayed forever that way"
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