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Mary Mother
Would you be... Would you be..
My marry mother, mother me
My trust is solace, star and seed...
Child of deed.
Master of orion, north of zion... Perhaps you trust my tasteless defiance..
I breed, I swear. Delight, despair.
Carry me song, sweetly, song of despair.
Her hair like tassle, long and mane --- merry meadow like sparrow, it's brown and grey...
Listen, lay.. Harpsichord and play, note me a few, few song, song sadness dismay...
Harp on display, your temple tantamount to dismay.
Love you my lay, delight and defiance... Divisive reliance...
Proud scorn.
