.Baby is born
Pricked by a thorn
Once pure, no more
Drip trickle, drip trickle,
Dripping slowly dry
My poor baby slowly shriveled dry
After each of us are born
We slowly become worn and torn
With each moment withered more
Until a time we are no more
An.
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