Just as two breaths become one breath,
As two whispers become a cry,
Miracle before us lies,
The glory of a new-born child.
These half-closed eyes already see,
Looking without looking within.
A testament of truth before, before our eyes.
The glory of a new-born child.
This place, where life's long path begins,
If they be princes, queens, or kings,
Laid helpless here at mother's side,
The glory of a new-born child

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