nine months to come a seed was sown
nine months reclined to see a golden sprout
the sun, moon and start bidding fare-come
in joyous and solemn harmony like choir of angels
greatness is a fruit from pain
there is a miracle in the air
joy and happiness have been given a face
she is a grail of peace
the seat of heavenly wisdom
welcome to God's world
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