Chidren of Heaven
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Engulfed in robes of scarlet,
A child ascends the stair.
Another in a million follows,
Crimson crowns her hair.
Where we come from no one knows
From the womb of your mother into this world
She'll grab you, hug you, and kiss you on your nose
And the bond that binds you is now furled
And you slept
