my baby she swings
the level she brings
she tells me of stories
her former glories
with those she once remembered
silent i sit
not one word i spit
what i will make
is what she can take
i bring to her what i have rendered
somehow you see
it falls onto me
to see what she has given
she gives things but once
expects not a fuss
yet lights the life i live in
she lights the life i live in
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