Unborn Child It's Ghost
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James McLain
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Can an unborn child, so pure and light,
Transcend the realm between day and night?
A ghostly whisper, a spirit's grace,
Could they linger, seeking a trace?
Unseen presence from worlds unknown,
Love unbound, in ethereal tone.
Perhaps in dreams or fleeting sights,
They visit, casting gentle lights.
A mystery profound, yet to explore,
Can an unborn child's essence soar?
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