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Tears welling in my eyes,
I pray and I implore. I wish to hear your cries, But Allah loves you more. Oh apple of my eyes, Six months you lived inside me. Then I learned of your demise. So soon you had to leave me. Too early for goodbyes, You leave me so bereft. I wish to hear your cries, I wish you had not left. Your tears I will not touch, Your cries I will not hear. But I love you, oh so much. I'll miss you so, my dear. As I wipe my tears away, My gaze upon your face. In the ground now you must lay. I hope I'll find solace. My child, my son, my darling, Return to your Creator. Despite the grief I'm feeling, I know it’s for the better. Oh apple of my eyes, Your time has come so soon, Though I will not hear your cries, I hope we will meet soon.
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