I was not even one year-old When my inquisitive nature Dipped my li’l hand on fluid white Burning all the baby cell to ruin. Pathetic was my condition With a massive dressing on And baby child have no freedom But this was the call…
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I was not even one year-old When my inquisitive nature Dipped my li’l hand on fluid white Burning all the baby cell to ruin. Pathetic was my condition With a massive dressing on And baby child have no freedom But this was the call…