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My mother groan'd， 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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