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Peace On Hearth

She is my baby
She is my child

By some eternal miracle of life
My Dea, goddess for a wife
Bore unto this world
The most precious gift, a girl

Every second she grows stronger
And her baby brain begins to ponder

All of her surroundings
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Lylyanna Pilewski 13 September 2005

Aww very sweet I like it! Lylyanna

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