We would like to sleep on the lap,
Where we can feel the warmth,
To forget all events that hurt,
Just not to remember the wrath,
To get away from the world,
For a while, when the kind hands,
Play with our curly plaints,
Never get angered with our complaints,
Always have the sweet words,
And gesture to dispel and then to wrap,
The lap of love that we always seek,
but seldom make one out of our own,
The laps of love have one thing in common,
We desire to have from everyone known,
The laps of love never get too hot to disown.
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