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Friday, January 19, 2007

Brynn (in utero)

Bide a wee, lass, bide a wee
In your mother safe and warm
Though angels be spinnin their glorious tales
Bide a wee, lass, with me

I've two arms a'waitn
And a home full o' love
So bide a wee, lass, with me
Posted by Unknown at 1/19/2007
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