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Cocooned in the fathoms of the Earth
Chambers echo screams of first birth
A child uprooted
From the nest of the mother
Flung in the mire
And mauled by the hunter
How sweet the sorrow
To grieve what we've lost
An eloquent poem
Of tears turned to frost
No path to the sky
Where a pale moon will glinter
A stillborn child
In the womb of midwinter
