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How do you love a person
who never got to be –
Or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live –
When there’s nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby
my companion of the night –
Wandering through my lonely hours
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die
before you ever were born –
To live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby
you lived like anyone!
Life’s a burst of joy and pain
And then like yours, it’s done.
I love you, my little baby
just as if you’d lived for years –
No more, no less, I think of you
the Angel of my tears.
