Jacob
You ask what makes me smile,
And I will say not much.
You ask what makes you happy,
And I will say his touch.
You ask what makes you fly,
And I will say his beautiful smile.
I love you Jacob,
My wonderfull God son.
You make me smile.
You bring me joy.
You make me fly.
Oh, Jacob, oh my sweet, sweet Jacob.
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My family
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