Paula, you`re now sixteen, fresh ornament!
No more a little girl with toys to play.
And let yes me to say with complement,
Your pretty and your youth`re the world`s bouquet.
And there in heaven Bev your mother does say
With pearl tears, her heart emotion-filled,
'That is my daughter, good and pure as May.'
And all the angels turned completely thrilled.
And I just like a friend to wish you best,
I wish it quite and think when I you met.
You were of little age, bird in a nest
That plays and sings with happiness so wet.
You go to achool and do of good good things,
And most your years will be like pretty springs.
Luis Estable
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