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Nought can compete with an infant's cry!
For Nature has given that callow voice
The rasp of an uncloaked sorrow: 'tis why,
Whoever may or may not stand by,
It leaves most mortals but little choice.
That wail of helplessness, kings obey:
It will forever be given its way.
For Nature has given that callow voice
The rasp of an uncloaked sorrow: 'tis why,
Whoever may or may not stand by,
It leaves most mortals but little choice.
That wail of helplessness, kings obey:
It will forever be given its way.
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