In a baby's castle just beyond my eye
My baby play's with angel Toy's that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife?
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No, play on my baby, you have eternal life.
When all around is slient and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear her tiny footsteps come running to my side.
Her little hand caresses me so tenderly and sweet,
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I'll breathe a little pray and close my eyes
and embrace her in my sleep.
Now I have treasure I rate above all other,
I have known true glory - I am still her mother.
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