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I weep for you, although I never saw you;
I weep even more for the one who must live with your blood—
      One who loved you.
Out of anger (not towards you)
Without realizing what she does,
      She killed you.
As you lay, your life-blood pouring out
She is too afraid to help you.

Oh! How cruel children are;
Oh! How frail are little birds;
Oh! How thoughtless is anger;
How sin hurts the innocent!
But only by innocent bearing the pain can humankind live.

At least your pain was short;
The child has lived a lifetime with the guilt.
So I weep for you both:
      You are a picture of us all.

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