II: For My Daughter

We have made here a little world,
perfect in every part.
And you will leave too soon my dear,
and break my heart.

I see the fire of your mind
arise like another sun.
Your eyes beam joy and brightness.
Your new day has begun.
If I am soil,
my love, let new growth come.

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