Infant Sinister
Mother, do not be sad
Such little time I came
I wish I remained your joy
Spoilt father's reputation
Moments would come without me.
The little moment I had
Was a such without a blame.
With relish, your breast to enjoy
No more to enjoy this sensation
All days with out me.
Bury me with great comments
Such a beautiful world for my exploit
For my stay did wish a try
For my death mean and so much
Pray for my set up yonder.
Without me would come moments
Father's reputation spoilt
Your joy remained I wish I
Came I time little such
Sad be not do, mother.
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