A star was born the day you left, a special place that you are kept,
At night I watch the distant glow, it's where you are, that I know,
When the day is long and the hours cruel,I try to focus on finding you,
I imagine you smile, your beautiful eyes, and all your little happy cries,
I'm sure it's fun wherever you are, my bright and beautiful baby star.
By: Andrea Gimlin
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