In my little peaceful slumber
The wine of solitude blow
Haring, sway branches here and there,
Gyrate, feign fence my solace
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I give you thanks all my people
Congratulations,
For helping change my name
Which initials would not be known to our ancestors.
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The season is pregnant
And carry in her wombs beautiful
Bouncing babies yet to be born
Men form humanity club to discuses her delivery day
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