In my dream you were a baby again
Our fat-cheeked Boobalina
When we lived in that little cottage
Pressed against the woods
Torn from some book of fables
To be a part of the creation
Of another distinct person
And watch the mystery unfold
The privilege of the power
To show you the beauty of the world
How could I do that if someone
Else hadn't shown me how
To give you all she gave me
Even the things my father forgot
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