It's not fair

I look up to the stars at night to see if you are there,
I ask god why he took you and tell him "it's not fair".
He took my baby daughter, who I never got to meet.
I never ever held her hand or walked her down the street.
But (name) you are my daughter, who I will always love.
I send my love and kisses every night to you above. xxx

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