Let the kid cry,
For we too used to cry,
But today we cry no more.
The cry.
Tonight it's extremely hot,
I feel superfluously hot,
But yester night It felt more.
The sun.
Hear the calf suck
Isn't good to suck?
Even the folks do it more.
The milk.
I madly need it,
She promised to give it,
For hers fits me more.
The dress.
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