I wake up this morning
my heart is so full
I’ve made your long tresses
from the blackest of wool
your dark eyes a-shining
your cheeks rosy red
your lashes reclining
when I put you to bed
imbued with a smile
that’s just starting to show
and so graceful of motion
each movement I know
so spirit, enfold me
with all of your charms
my dearest, just hold me
in your motherly arms.
my marionette
my mannequin
my Mary
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