December 3rd,1991 @ 1: 38PM
On the day you were born,
I knew then
time would come
you would grow
and move on.
But not like this:
Too soon torn from my arms;
I was not near ready,
wise enough, nor old enough
to lose you;
As when the time would have
truly come, with me,
of my own will, opening the door
and let you leave
just at the exact moment, you
were ready to...
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