The girl is another,
The girl is darling,
Mother she could be,
But never a mother’s thrilling!
Shipwrecked captains,
Wing-broken pilots,
And guards of stormy halter,
Get the girl, seek her shelter
She is a river for fresh bathe,
She calmly absorbs clumsy wrath,
She has to accept disapproval of child’s birth,
Is not she an oasis on Mother Earth?
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