As a mother swoons a babe,
She slips into a dream,
Rocking each other back and forth,
Like water as a wave,
This simple time acts as tide,
It is love that has been made,
When this mother is as lover,
This child shall be saved.
And in her dreams, the child's screams,
Her heart cannot contain,
The pain is felt as she will melt,
And drip into the lake.
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