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Innocence.
Pure, Still, Undisturbed.
A tranquil mountain lake.
A sleeping baby.
Touch the water and you violate
the lakes innocence - even your
reflection
becomes disfigured.
Innocence is lost.
And as you watch the precious baby sleep,
as you hold her in your arms,
you remember what it was,
to be innocent........
And as your spirit longs....
Your soul weeps.
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