[Verse 1] In my tiny hands, I held a folded handkerchief, Draped it gently on my doll, bringing her to life. The living room became a dreamland, Where stories were born with laughter and light. [Verse 2] After school, I stitched with a rhythm so sweet, Creating treasures for friends with ribbons and dreams. Discovering the joy of making with my own hands, Little did I know, it was my future's plan. [Chorus] Lace and beads, sparkling sequins and pearls, Weaving dreams into a dress for her world. Every teardrop of joy from the bride’s eyes, Fills my heart, my reward is her smile. [Bridge] What would the little me say, if she could see? “Wow, look at you!” she’d say with glee. It all began with that tiny handkerchief dress, And here I am, still stitching dreams, no less. [Outro] The bride’s smile gives birth to new stories, As the sewing machine sings its harmonies. The love I stitched into her pure white gown, Is a timeless tale of dreams profound. [interlude] [Bridge] What would the little me say, if she could see? “Wow, look at you!” she’d say with glee. It all began with that tiny handkerchief dress, And here I am, still stitching dreams, no less. [Outro] The bride’s smile gives birth to new stories, As the sewing machine sings its harmonies. The love I stitched into her pure white gown, Is a timeless tale of dreams profound.
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