I am the mother of sorrows,
   I am the ender of grief;
I am the bud and the blossom,
   I am the late-falling leaf.

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Come to me, brother, when weary,
   Come when thy lonely heart swells;
I’ll guide thy footsteps and lead thee
   Down where the Dream Woman dwells. 

I am thy priest and thy poet,
   I am thy serf and thy king;
I cure the tears of the heartsick,
   When they come near I sing.

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Come to me, brother, when weary,
   Come when thy lonely heart swells;
I’ll guide thy footsteps and lead thee
   Down where the Dream Woman dwells. 

Speak to me softly or curse me,
   Seek me or fly from my sight;
I am thy fool in the morning,
   Thou art my slave in the night.

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Come to me, brother, when weary,
   Come when thy lonely heart swells;
I’ll guide thy footsteps and lead thee
   Down where the Dream Woman dwells. 

Down to the grave will I take thee,
   Out from the noise of the strife;
Then shalt thou see me and know me—
   Death, then, no longer, but life.

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