Silence slept over their home for years
And made milk-filled in several bushels
Overflow, this painful smiles again
And mutter her like head of camel in chain.
The cloud shiver amidst voids
On that blind-folded May skies
To lease joy to humans, infants cry
That tender cry of you and I
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