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Oh’ child of muddy earth
who can dare to relocate your birth?
My womb is your berth
Oh’ fetus of fair gender
Indentify, clinical scissors are quite unfair
Unveil the monster, holly mother
Oh’ bearer of all generations
Bare, all your impending delicate comprehensions
Smash, the glass of consolations
Oh’ essence of moist soil
Neither be dumb to them, nor vulnerable
You are a volcanic soul.
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