A mother to her sick child
Language: German (Deutsch)
Thou canst not understand my words
No love for me was meant:
The smile that lately crossed thy face
Was but a accident.
The music's thine, but mine the tears
That make thy lullaby;
To-day I'll rock thee into sleep,
To-morrow thou must die.
And when our babies sleep their last,
Like aged dames or men,
They need nor mothers lullaby,
Nor any rocking then.
Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]
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Text added to the website: 2011-09-26.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:37
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Word count: 65
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