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In our yard, we made a pyre
Stacked wood, threw in the books
Burning lines of evil and good
Went in the house to get our baby
She ran; it was a game
Promised candy and to us she came
We held her back, threw in the cradle
She asked to play with her teddy bear
"Not now, you're too sick and frail"
"It's not that we don't love you, baby
Doctor says we have no choice"
It seems God is tossing a coin
We stared, the fire rocked her
Holding pails of kerosene, oil
The smell was milk gone sour
The day we turned her back to soil