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You my parent, I your child (audio)

The mother looked at her child as he lay sleeping:
“You haven’t a care in the world,” she sighed.
“In your dreams, do rainbows dance? Are unicorns leaping?”
She gently rocked the cradle, and quietly cried.
“I want to be there,” she whispered . . .

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