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Ashlyn
Wonderful life growing
Inside her mothers womb
Her father sits here knowing
That she will be her soon
I haven't even seen you
Yet your beauty has already entrapped me
Nor a word you've spoken
And already I know your voice
To hold you in my arms
And count each finger and toe
As I look in your eyes
And you touch my soul
O my child I never knew
How wonderful life could be
Until that day your mother
Told me two had become three
Inside her mothers womb
Her father sits here knowing
That she will be her soon
I haven't even seen you
Yet your beauty has already entrapped me
Nor a word you've spoken
And already I know your voice
To hold you in my arms
And count each finger and toe
As I look in your eyes
And you touch my soul
O my child I never knew
How wonderful life could be
Until that day your mother
Told me two had become three
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