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| 329. The Cradle My hand rocked the cradle Pushing ever so softly The baby was safe inside It was such a miracle That a child was here A precious gift from my bride Though several years older I’d almost forgotten What a family can truly do Had I listened to my mind I wouldn’t have known the pleasure Of such happiness with you So here I sit Just spending some time Rocking her gently to sleep Knowing such joy With you and her Makes my heart now leap |
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