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“My Precious Child If I had pearls or petalite A few emeralds Countless tanzanite Some diamonds Perhaps gold and granite If I had all of that On my hands All over my place Would that replace you? No ways, not at all You are too special in my heart Being positioned in my life By God’s Divine design A gift that I treasure Hence, I cannot chase after fortune I am the most fortunate To walk this journey with you You make my days shine brighter I embrace the bliss you brought along Through you I gained wisdom Among other things in this world You carry so much worth With you I found wealth That is why I appreciate you For so many reasons Throughout the seasons I need so much of you My precious child!”

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