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William is a beam of laughing light.
Infant pleasures last throughout his years.
Life's sorrow touches him like gentle rain,
Leaving him with grace and cleansing pain,
Innocence beyond remorse and tears.
All things for William shudder with delight,
More in love with day than in fear of night.
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Nicholas Gordon
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