A Child Of Mine I'll lend you for a little while, A child of mine, He said, For you to love her 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 come again, Take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, And should her stay be brief, You'll have her loving memories As solace to your grief.
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