In my chest
there may be a glowing ember,
I haven't checked.
Just blow on it, baby.
And I don't know
if it's feathers or scales
on my back, I can't see it.
Scratch it once, baby.
And I'm not sure about my ears.
Everyone is so loud;
I may be deaf to a whisper.
Whisper baby, just whisper to me once.
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