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I was a drop from heaven

A clot of flesh

A lump of love

A light of god

You did not see me

Not even a touch

You did not free me

Not even a knot!

I was week

I was poor

I was soundless

I was a door....

You killed me

Cut into pieces

Burnt me out

With splash of brine.

Yet I shine

Yet I live

Yet I tell

Heaven to deal.

Who did sex

Who did wrong?

Who commits sin

Who sang the song?

Call me illegal, 

In the name of love so hot!

O parents, you bastards

I am not.