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Precious Child

Somewhere, up there in Heaven,
A precious gift is about to be given.
Saith the Lord unto the angels above,
A child will be born, with all of my love.

Though his progress may seem slow,
Accomplishment, he may not show.
His thoughts may seem far away,
He may never run, nor play.
In many ways he won't adapt
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