Please Sir My Moons And Stars Yet To Be Born
In The Coming Nights That Have No Joy But Gloom
I Am An Unwed Mom And Victim Of Yours
Searching To Live Till My Hummingbird Ceases Singing
My Days Ahead Are Distant From Me
And The Hours Of Mourning Are Within Reach
Do Not Use Me Now But Spare My Life From The Evil Of Coition
Tomorrow I Might Not Live Anymore
Because I Carry The Deadly Disease From You And Your Colleagues
Oh Please Sir Do Not Punish Me Again And Anymore
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