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Little Miss Sunshine

Your father pokes in just your head through the kitchen door
He knows I love it when he does that
You stare at me with those big blue eyes
You have seen me sitting here before
Having the same breakfast day after day
Yet you look at me curious, intrigued, unfamiliar
I cannot help but smile
Like you are the first rays of sunshine in a cold German sky

Those big blue eyes, those fluffy cheeks,
Those chubby hands and feet
Your attempts at speaking that comes out as a shout
Incomprehensible yet screaming
Here I am. Look at me.
Your sweet, addictive smile
Your heartfelt, genuine laugh
That makes me want to do
The strangest of dances
The stupidest of voices
The most childish of actions
The most idiotic of gestures
All so I can make you laugh
Just one more time.

One day you shall grow up
By when I would have gone my way.
If you were ever to feel one day
And one day you will
That your life was worth nothing
That it had no meaning
Remember there was once a boy
who came from far far away
Whose days you lightened,
Whose heart you filled with joy
Whose pauses in life you made worthwhile
during the strangest of times.
I hope that makes you feel
Like Little Miss Sunshine

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