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in former days my father and mother, abandoned me dead, lacking breath or life or being.
Then one began, a kinswoman kind, to care for and love me; covered me with her clothing, wrapped me in her raiment, with the same affection she felt for her own;
Until by the law of my life's shaping, under alien bosom I quickened with breath.
My foster mother fed me thereafter, until I grew sturdy and strengthened for flight.
Then of her dear ones, of daughters and sons, she had the fewer for what she did.
Who am I?
Then one began, a kinswoman kind, to care for and love me; covered me with her clothing, wrapped me in her raiment, with the same affection she felt for her own;
Until by the law of my life's shaping, under alien bosom I quickened with breath.
My foster mother fed me thereafter, until I grew sturdy and strengthened for flight.
Then of her dear ones, of daughters and sons, she had the fewer for what she did.
Who am I?
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