That the death murder'd my father, at a moment ago,
And i made progress- i made my life new grown up - i
Daring penetrating my father the socks, shoes,
And on my father's breast, buttoning a the coat,
And i do kissing for coat, on my face,
Like do wind kissing rock that enormous,
That the death murder'd my father, at a moment ago,
And i made progress- i made my life new grown up -did
I daring for things above, at just now,
But, did i daring definitely not at them, before,
For that, at the ten years formerly,
That the death-did slay my mother kindhearted and loving-my
Own dear Beauty God, but, will i dare kiss my mother not,
For that, harrow me with huge fear, thought i only,
will i run from death at once, run from that death is no end,
No limit, measure, bound.
And that some say take kiss dead dear ones, is a the
Poem that fairest, but, unusual fear i Ｓ ｐ ｉ ｒ ｉ ｔ that
My mother, dead face, die, and nor dare i
Kiss my mother, though, i beloveed my mother longer,
When my mother live still on the world,
But, i ｓ ｔ ｉ ｌ ｌ ｄ ｒ ｅ ａ ｄ ｍ ｙ ｍ ｏ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｒ ＇ ｓ Ｇ ｈ ｏ ｓ ｔ ，
Ｄ ｅ ａ ｄ ｆ ａ ｃ ｅ ， ａ ｔ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｔ ｅ ｎ ｙ ｅ ａ ｒ ｓ ｂ ｅ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｅ ，
Ｂ ｕ ｔ ａ ｔ ｔ ｈ ｉ ｓ ｏ ｎ ｃ ｅ ， ａ ｔ just,
Nor fear i Ghost that my father.
