You sang to me mother.

Of soft green lands and clear blue sky. And the place

Where warm wind blows on your skin like a lover's kiss.

But there was no soft grass, where I crawled on all fours

And there was no light in his blue eyes when I felt

A blow on my skin.

My lover’s caress.

You sang to me of God.

But this god, he must be deaf.

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