Joanna Maia, my little girl
I always love you; I always will.
Pray for your father, and mother too --
We always love you; we always do.
O, how so sad I am because you're not here
But then Lo! comes some prodigy that declares
You are near.
Think of us always, and visit us too --
In our sweet - est dreams, dreaming of you.
Love, Daddy
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