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Gloves sterile I'm there ready to deliver
Scalpel in my hands as they shake and they tremble
Inside is life part of me I cant wait to see
How much is she of my wife how much is she of me
An angel laid in the lap of a heathen
Cord around her wet neck barely breathing
Bag on her face inside my mind I'm screaming
I plead please Jesus...take my life for this sweet being
But peace consumes my way anxious entity
The physicians step aside enters the Holy Trinity
One touch from infinity she is pink and screaming
The most beautiful being I can remember seeing
Taylor you are my life, my perfect child
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