The age of the many mothers
Who retrace their time as lovers
On the sand and pebble beach
Hand in hand now breached
They reach for other covers
To snuff out the hidden cost
Of past obedience preached
The lightest day still grieves
With names who never livedWhile ages of others lay placed
Traced upon the lines of leaves
Dreams they now need for each
Strong arms of a softer passion lover
Who heeds not for the call of mother
But plays fair, firm within his crofters reach
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