"I'll lend to you for a little time, A child of mine," God said, "For you to love while she lives And mourn for when she's dead."
"It may be six or seven years Or twenty-two or three, But will you till I call her back, Take care of her for me?"
"She'll bring her charms to gladden you And should her stay be brief, You'll have these precious memories To comfort you through grief."
"I cannot promise…
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