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The infant cries over its lost future

The infant cries over its lost future

If she doesnt love you,

And wants a break,

Then any tender hearts,

May take their shame,

Hard knocks and take out shots

No longer win the rounds,

And a softer belly without its tiger skin,

Will be left for the battle grounds.

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If she doesnt love you,

And wants a break,

Then any tender hearts,

May take their shame,

Hard knocks and take out shots

No longer win the rounds,

And a softer belly without its tiger skin,

Will be left for the battle grounds.

##title. the infant cries over its lost future