A baby will be born...
A great love will die...
Who sin was that...
None but a slut...
Those will be the words...
That a mother will tell...
To her unborn child...
As for me ...finally...
The seven days of mourning...
Have come to an end...like a comet in the sky...
I just want to leave without a trace...
Never knowing if it will be back some day...

 
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