A: Grandmama, I feel the kicking of new life.
B: Unwedded sin, you've killed the earth with a knife.
A: Don't utter such thoughts, I cannot go back.
B: Look upon yourself, see what you lack.
A: Restraint? No, I was in love.
B: The hunters will soon gather; run, my once innocent, white dove.
A: Are they coming, to slay the pigeon I've now become.
B: And two will suffer, you are not alone.
A: I've disappointed you, I've let you down.
B: There is no time, wipe away that frown.
A: Push me out; it's only becomming of my case.
B: Please don't ever believe that you are a waste.
A: Where am I go, what is my plan?
B: Oh, as I thought, there is no man.
A: Of course, I am now desolate.
B: Go to the riverbed, lie down, and wait.
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