My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept: Into The Dangerous World I Leapt, Helpless, Naked, Piping Loud, Like A Fiend Hid In A Cloud. Struggling In My Father'S Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling-Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother'S Breast.
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