70th birthday
with my daughter
nice to see her
with her own daughters
Gift in red wrapping papers
and a nice pink ribbon on the centre
nicely wrapped
it won't let me to open
Dreaming of a present
waiting on the doorstep
looking at the street
with heart full of dreams
"My daughter is very good
and she loves me a lot
I know she'll come oneday
with some sweets for me
I'll come, I'll come
it's onley half past eleven
I know she'll come"
lying to her own heart
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