12 June, 2004


My dearest child, my dearest love
Come to Ayah, who has just come
My dearest star, my brightest sun
Your loudest cries, your sweetest songs
My merry laughter, my constant prayer

My dearest child, whenever you come
Be you a son, be you a daughter
Ayah's been waiting here at home
In quiet moments called Forever

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