The season arrived again In its busy wind Clashing bud against bud In its fury movement I have likewise been shaken by the season ‘Cause I salute the young year with my shrill cry With a river of tears Drowning my maiden face like the Titanic How will I suckle a baby in my virgin breast? Fatherless child of a living father How will I bear my shame to Mama Who is my baby fatther Solo? Jerry? Jeff? I was their season’s ride Solo first tore my innocence That cold night, my back was on the rustic grass His strength above me Danced the melody of crickets And the moon above us was the torch bearer His thrusts soaked me in a pool of blood and tears While his promises were a heavy Downpour in a harmatarn night I will buy you motor I will buy you chocolate I will buy you an elephant Promises my eyes never met It was a painful pleasure That turned me into an Oliver Twist And Jerry’s bait caught me And likewise did I find my back on the grass For Jeff It all did not exceed the seventh day And I drowned in my own pool of shame

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