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TO A SICK BABY
So innocent, nimble
and unaware
until the prick comes
wailing tears
break the silence
A pity, it is done
once and again
pain on pain
That is the solace
of the pitied
sick child!
and unaware
until the prick comes
wailing tears
break the silence
A pity, it is done
once and again
pain on pain
That is the solace
of the pitied
sick child!
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TO A SICK BABY
TO A SICK BABY
