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In this golden instant
There is the birthing
Cries of a newborn infant.
Gentle skin and searching eyes,
A suttle glimpse of paradise.
Keep the imprint, fresh in time
All will change and move the line.
Years will come and they will go
With patience, wisdom will begin
show.
In the purest cries, his life will
Rise!
Remember, the birth of this
young boy, he is the
The true meaning of, "Tears of joy."
There is the birthing
Cries of a newborn infant.
Gentle skin and searching eyes,
A suttle glimpse of paradise.
Keep the imprint, fresh in time
All will change and move the line.
Years will come and they will go
With patience, wisdom will begin
show.
In the purest cries, his life will
Rise!
Remember, the birth of this
young boy, he is the
The true meaning of, "Tears of joy."
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Tears of Joy
Tears of Joy