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For nightmare's child that wakes in fear
to cosset calm in mother's arms
that swathe and brush the trembling tear
enfolded by maternal warmth
in closeness they'll know nevermore
as age takes its annual tithe,
this closeness memory holds as dear.
For nightmare's child that wakes in fear
to cosset calm in mother's arms
that swathe and brush the trembling tear
enfolded by maternal warmth
in closeness they'll know nevermore
as age takes its annual tithe,
this closeness memory holds as dear.
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