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Against thee sunlit moon, of day,
my womb within, I carry thee,
of my flesh and labored breath,
truimph of my heart, he be,
Wouldst' on October morn',
become of then, my greatest joy,
pure of heart, in angel infancy,
of my own flesh, a boy,
Be such, a sight of true st love,
my breast, I then lay ..... he,
In my eyes, no other could,
take this, my heart, from me,
Angel of pure infancy,
thee riches, of my soul,
displayed upon my everyday,
my truimph, made so whole,
No other couldst, give such effect,
I ..... subdue'd, by such a sight,
in every conscious way, My Travis,
you're the truimph, of my life!
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God Bless
~Michelle~
Jenni