Nothing I knew that day I was born
Except the hearty soul by whom I was borne
She nursed me with her blood and love
Showering me with all from her treasure trove
She covered me with roses nary a thorn
I woke up with sorrow many a morn
With the salve of laughter, me did she adorn
She was ever peaceful like a dove
All my troubles away she drove
By fate one day from me was she torn
Nothing I knew that day
Rest my life, of real love was I shorn
Until one fine day, I was reborn
Knowing all sadness, away I had to shove
Nothing I knew that day
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