My features, "thy moulding of my father, with mother's face," how innocence yet youthful, the world to embrace.
Thine own tears woes as a running spring, I've separated the thirst, of a dying transfiguring society.
From birth the God's sing,..." the blending of my likelihood." I bring passion like a cloud of rain on dry land. Can I, can I! Leave this life with pride as a freeman?
Full-grown, 'the spanned pain is an abundance of horror." The memories have enhanced many fears about life. Sha