I'll take care of every laugh,
be hell, if mass
to make you girl and woman,
be peace and storm, too.
I'll take care of every cry,
to mourn you open sea,
awake dreaming of happiness,
to be your shield, be your mantle.
I'll take care of every laugh,
be storm in your breeze,
as a channel in your river ,
to be your sin peep.
I'll take care of every cry,
to dispel all your sorrows,
be the reason when you pray,
to be light in times of abanto.
Of your heartbeat stronger every second,
beat deeper, deeper.
In your singing more fun, more cheerful,
voice trilled more than dream.
In your day, a great to me,
be your guide, your beloved.
Of your evening, make splendid
half light candle candid light.
Of your nights, some nights magic
clerk in our history pages.
From your early morning, those good mornings,
melodious chorus of small winged angels.
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