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To The Never Born


Alice C. Bateman

  Where did you go

Your little soul

Was with me

Now youíre gone


Itís very hard

To take this in

As sudden as it seems


Youíve taken with you

Many things

Not least of all some dreams


Godís 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 didnít want you, dear

Is that why you have gone

Back to the ever-after

Left me a lonely dawn


ĎCause when I wake tomorrow

And know that youíre not here

Tears will soak my pillow

Iíll never hold you near

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