When they got back to the old city
Carrying the strange infant in her arms
She was surprised he could speak to her
When no one else was around
In a not quite human voice
In a language he taught her
To understand through stories
That sometimes put her to sleep
He told her to hide the gold for later
and to keep the myrrh for now but to give
The frankincense to whoever was grieving
How he loved to babble on when
She took him to the fields outside of town
About his father and their secret plan
Until sheepishly the stars would gather round
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