Once again she was born
Never been the choice.
No bells rang
No bells rang
Oh! No rejoice.
Played or dreamt?
Did she? really!
The two straws in hand
Oh! her distant dream, verily.
Fleeting prime
Left her frozen.
No tongue for her wounds
Oh! thou man bring her to motion.
She fed, comforted
Mothered, extended haven.
She bled, torn apart
Oh! ever marvelled what is heaven.
A wind of change
And she chose to firmly stand.
Her love, thy memoir
Oh! I wonder how all seek yon beautiful
hand!
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