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He walks to the chapel,
he kneels down to pray.
No time to dabble,
no time to play.
He scrubs to perform his duty,
for this is his life.
This patient's a beauty,
this patient's his wife.
A surgeon who is brilliant,
his gloved hands steady.
He stares at his patient,
now he is ready.
He draws a deep breath in,
the first cut he will make.
Soon a new life will begin,
Now everything’s at stake.
With the little body uncurled,
he looked down and smiled.
He brought life into this world,
his firstborn child.
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