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Miracles can come in disguise in the night,
As screams of terror awakening a slumber,
From children never to leave you be,
But what are miracles, without the fun?
The smiles, the laughs, the ridiculous things they may do,
To see them grow, to see them learn, to see them mature,
In a spitting image of you,
They maybe loud in the day,
But they sleep at night,
Give'em a good look, You'll see the miracles as they snore