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And when his tiny head emerged from hair and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew he would climb right back in
I do
Now that my blushing bride has done what she was born to do
It's time to bury dreams and raise a son to live vicariously through
The sperm swims for the egg
The finger for the ring
If i could take one back
I know what it would be

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