The scorching heat,
In her bosom,
Gives rise to,
Her growing evil child.
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Growfast Heart
The scorching heat,
In her bosom,
Gives rise to,
Her growing evil child.
It rises,
It falls,
She controls,
It fades.
Waves crushed,
And it also softens,
Into a calm,
And peaceful paradise.
The child turns good,
According to His teaching,
She grows,
And he’s changed.