Away in the fields of men
She sighs as she lumbers
Under the scorching sun,
Which with real embers
Burns the haggard faces
Lost somewhere in sweat. 💦
Oh! Sweat always a rockbasis
In the dust where we met
And sat together in the shade
I am her son and She my mother
Apparent wrinkles time's mules made
And murmured: "only with a mother!
Only with her one couldupgrade
Only with her one could be Lover."
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