If a child is born and has only the time to smile once at its parents, then instantly dies, no time for baptisim, no time to learn in any ideological sense, no time to even touch the pillow of it's freshly made, wonderful smelling bed.
Where doe's it go
Where doe's it go
To look is not to see,
to see is looked on in thy soul.
I bid MCMXCIX
to see is looked on in thy soul.
I bid MCMXCIX