What a life this is!
You don't have your will
in to be born.
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You're born,
And everyone needs you
to cry.
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You don't have,
Your choice to smile
or to cackle.
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You have to
Cry at any cost;
you'd be beaten otherwise.
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Even your mother
Don't nurse you,
Unless you cry.
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Ah! At last you cry,
And everyone around you,
smiles and smiles.
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And then you grow up;
You smile, You cackle,
and laugh too.
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But your smiles remain
With you untill you're,
in your mother's lap.
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As you jump out
Of lap, you're acknowledged
to worldly worries.
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The world tease you,
And you cry and cry
to your last breathe.
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You cry as hard,
Even your blood roll
down through tears.
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And you fall down
Pleading to the world,
for heredity and mercy.
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And at last God
Take you up for
He is merciful to All.
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