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Born on the first day of the spring,
While snow fell quietly upon city streets,
And in the midst of endless white you were a beautiful sight,
A budding daffodil.

You bare the names of glorious queens,
For now you are fragile, but you'll surely see,
Your ten little fingers will be strong hands to hold,
Our blooming daffodil.

Oh, I know you must be so confused,
This world can be so cold and cruel,
Our hearts so easily fray,
Our dreams can turn to gray and fade away.

Little one, close your eyes and dream a while,
When trouble comes to find you and sadness steals your smile,
The firm roots that surround you will hold you and ground you,
Our little daffodil.

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