Sweet old memories, From the day she was born. Her face was the star, And my heart was the moon.
Goodbye, I kissed her, It was her first day at school. My cute little pumpkin, In her beautiful uniform.
Her convocation dress, I had made out of love. She walked with high esteem It was her last day in college.
The cry of a baby, It's my daughter's daughter, She has been blessed, With a child if her own.
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