And as I gathered in my arms
The son God gave to me,
I thanked the lad for being good,
and hoped he'd always be.
His little arms crept `round my neck
And then I heard him say
Four simple words I can't forget...
Four words that made me pray.
They turned a mirror on my soul,
On secrets no one knew,
They startled me, I hear them yet;
He said... "I'll be like you".
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