Protozoa
My
Ancestors
Of
Old
Of
Arcane
Times
When
The
Earth
Was
In
Dawn
Primitive
And
Wild
Protozoa
My
Ancestors
I
Must
Suffer
Hard
To
Multiply
I
Suffer
And
Reproduce
Not
I
Know
What
Passion
Be
Of
Suffering
I
Know
The
Agony
Of
Childlessness
I
Know
I
Know
And
As
They
Prayed
Long
Long
Centuries
Ago
Rayed
To
Their
Ancestors
So
Must
I
Pray
Alas!
Alas!
And
Suffer
Still
And
Suffer
More
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