At my bosom
laid many a soul
In times of joy
and times of despair
From my baby girl
to my grown up man
And at certain times
my men in between
All quenching their thirst
of different needs
I'd comfort
I'd please
I'd give them the deepest
innermost corners of
my very soul
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