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*A Song for Bobbie Weep not for me now I am born, weep for thyself alone. I'm here, I'm me, I'll ever be as now in basic form. No wish, no dream, no prayer will change what God hath wrought this day. I'm here, I'm me, I'll ever be, yet I know not dismay. So teach me not of spite nor hate, I have no need of fear. But love, ah love, tis love will draw us near. Weep not for me now I am born, accept me as I am. I'm here, I'm me, I'll ever be your child and love of man. *and each of the thousands of children born with developmental delays each year...
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