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Nothing Can Compare There seems to be nothing That you can compare To watching a new mother: Sitting in a chair, Rocking her baby, Stroking his head, And when he's asleep, Putting him to bed. Yet, there is one thing That's better than this, One thing that leaves you In ultimate bliss. There surely is nothing That you can compare To being a new mother: Sitting in a chair, Rocking your baby, Stroking his head, And when he's asleep, Putting him to bed.
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