almost a rebel without cause … still traces clues with all she can paws … looks like her dad sounds like her mom … soon her rose will be on her wrist waiting on her prom
the day I dreaded most has long since past … on my best behavior I was the one who spoke last … the very first hula I saw for the last time … the papa is the poem Mija-Mija is the rhyme
please live your life for yourself don’t give your time away … when you feel you’re not yourself come back to us for one more day … you will always have a space in my old heart … even if I have to go we will never be apart
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