I’m sure I saw an aphid in there
Hankering after the tastes of youth
Sin’s delights were ten a penny
A cloud of not knowing replaced
Spotlessness too quickly stained
The blood dripped noisily from vein
Sweet, Holy Virgin let me stay
Sorrow for me, who once took flight
Lost and hurt and crucified
Now nestled in your bosom, praying
In everlasting folded arms, safe
Resting, eternally a child again
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