Oh sweet child ohnendearing light to whom may Indirect this sinking the urges me to swirl and twistnin childish fits.nnI read your ribs likenan abacus.nnMy body lies limp nsoftly angled in na plea for your affectionnnSo I’ll rise like the morningnin light so charming you can’t resist.nnI read your ribs likenan abacus.nnI read your ribs likenan abacus.nnYou know you know.n