The tears of greiser child crowd I pull it on a white hair werf into
air the wet chain and wish me that I would have a nutmother
No sun me does not shine a chest has milk cried in my throat
puts a hose has no navel on the belly
Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!
I was not allowed to lick nipples and no fold for hiding nobody gave
me a name witnessed in haste and without seeds
The nutmother me never bore I tonight sworn I become it an
illness to give and it thereafter in the river to sink
Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!
In its lungs a Aal on my forehead a nutmother mark lives removes it
with measurer kiss even if I to it die must
Nutmother, nutmother! Nutmother, nutmother!
In its lungs a Aal on my forehead a nutmother mark lives removes it
with measurer kiss even if I bleeds must
Nutmother
oh give me strength
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