Infant Sorrow |
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Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept;
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my father`s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother`s breast.
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