When I was frank with water
And my mind was blurred to see a letter
There was a holiness laid in my soul;
The warmth of mother’s lap was the tool
Then I didn’t know myself to cover with wool,
Babbling was the tongue only
When I started to speak slowly,
My physique was moribund
And I used to eat the only bun,
Frank fully to grab my siblings in the lock
That was fine to terminate kinsfolk,
The psychology of world was underneath
That is now on the heat,
I observed, I learned, I criticized
That is more lubricant to modern eyed.
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