Romantic, isn’t it, this tender scene?
A father’s love, a daughter’s slumber serene.
The moonbeams paint your cheeks with silver light,
A lullaby of love, a starlit night.
Remember, darling, when you wake from sleep,
This love that’s yours, forever yours to keep.
It’s woven in the sunshine and the moon’s soft gleam,
A love that’s more than whispers, more than a dream…
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