O Needle Come Back
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Light torn.
What a pity!
Can recall the great grandfather
Handed over me a needle in the morning hour
Just after a few days I born.
I lost it in a heap of straw when grown
Light torn.
Ah me! fie! for shame!
O Needle come back.
No more She could maintain Her honour.
Her divinity.
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