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Peace On Hearth
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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
And even more profound things

Like why there is human suffering
And if in the beginning there was nothing
And that the vastness of the universe
is negligible next to the need to nurse

Still she silently promises someday there may be
Peace on (h) earth... maybe

She is my baby
She is my child

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Aww very sweet I like it! Lylyanna