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Daddy's Little Girl You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold You're daddy's little girl to have and to hold A precious gem is what you are You're mommy's bright and shining star You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree You're the Easter Bunny to mommy and me You're sugar, you're spice, you're everything nice And you're daddy's little girl [instrumental interlude] You're the treasure I cherish, so sparkling and bright You were touched by the holy and beautiful light Like angels that sing, a heavenly thing And you're daddy's little girl 
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A MOTHERS LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT NO ONE CAN EXPLAIN- IT IS MADE OF DEEP DEVOTION AND OF SACRIFICE AND PAIN. IT IS ENDLESS AND UNSELFISH AND ENDURING, COME WHAT MAY. FOR NOTHING CAN DESTROY IT OR TAKE THAT LOVE AWAY. IT IS PATIENT AND FORGIVING WHEN ALL OTHERS ARE FORSAKING, AND IT NEVER FAILS OR FALTERS EVEN THOUGH THE HEART IS BREAKING. IT BELIEVES BEYOND BELIEVING WHEN THE WORLD AROUND CONDEMNS, AND IT GLOWS WITH ALL THE BEAUTY OF THE RAREST, BRIGHTEST GEMS. IT IS FAR BEYOND DEFINING, IT DEFIES ALL EXPLANATION, AND IT STILL REMAINS A SECRET LIKE THE MYSTERIES OF CREATION- A MANY-SPLENDORED MIRACLE WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND AND ANOTHER WONDROUS EVIDENCE OF GOD'S TENDER, GUIDING HAND. |
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The relationship between a mother and daughter is like no other. A daughter reminds her mother of herself as a girl, offers her a chance to relive that girlhood, then passes her mother's wisdom on to her own daughter someday. Mothers and daughters know what the other is thinking before she says it, and communicate with a touch or a glance as easily as with words. |
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