I drank soft water.
Then some soft orange juice.
I liked them both.
I ate soft ice-cream,
Then soft vanilla cake,
That some cook did bake.
I smelled the soft petal,
Of a rose,
It's sweet aroma delighted,
I held you one day,
Oh soft baby of a kind.
The baby in the image of my mind.
And then, oh softest baby,
You came out into this world,
And you softened it with your,
Your soft baby charm.
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