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To The Never Born
By
Alice C. Bateman
Where did you go
Your little soul
Was with me
Now you’re gone
It’s very hard
To take this in
As sudden as it seems
You’ve taken with you
Many things
Not least of all some dreams
God’s Will, not mine
Hard as it is
To understand some days
His Quill, not mine
Must write the script
While we act out the plays
Your father didn’t want you, dear
Is that why you have gone
Back to the ever-after
Left me a lonely dawn
‘Cause when I wake tomorrow
And know that you’re not here
Tears will soak my pillow
I’ll never hold you near
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