Oh my child,
My little child,
Your chubby cheeks
Are like a moon.
As you smile,
It pours the light,
Like the moon,
In starry night.
It pours the light,
Like the moon,
In starry night.
Oh my child,
My little child,
Your curly hair,
Is like the cloud.
As the cool breeze,
Hugs your long hair,
Its dances like a,
Morning glory in the wind.
Hugs your long hair,
Its dances like a,
Morning glory in the wind.
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