Four tiny golden halos,
Four tiny pairs of wings,
Four precious little Angels,
Didn't see their life begin.
Eight little eyes unopened,
Eight little hands unclasped,
Four tiny, little rose~bud lips,
To the breast, were never grasped.
Forty little fingers,
And forty little toes,
Failed to touch, or walk this Earth,
Why? No~body knows.
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