Chatting, endlessly chatting with you...
meanwhile I am scared
as if all on a sudden my word
shuddering and stammering
Bathing, endlessly bathing my baby....
Meanwhile I fear if
my dear Kid becomes no more.
Watching, endlessly watching
hither and thither....
meanwhile I fear if
my eyes get lost forever,
so I do wink my eyes
now and then.
Breathing, endlessly breathing
in and out....
meanwhile I fear if
my only stock of air
getting exhausted for ever,
so I give a pause
now and then.
All the rest
you might guess:
And, alas,
that is my ultimate fear.
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