Hands
You are not hungry, you are not cold;
And yet my hands are always reaching
To feed you, to wrap you about,
Wearying you with their care.
Why are my hands so foolish?
And yet my hands are always reaching
To feed you, to wrap you about,
Wearying you with their care.
Why are my hands so foolish?
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