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A Seed | ||
| A baby's like a little seed: You have no clue how it will grow. It could become an ugly weed, Or flower with a rosy glow. A baby may become a saint Or lead a life of wicked crime. It may be weak, and often faint, Or grow up stronger all the time. 'Tis up to us to rear it well And be a model in our role, Although we cannot yet foretell The path of every baby's soul. | ||
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