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Mother's Call, and Daughter's Answer
My daughter, my daughter why did you run to
The prince in his palace with ambers and rubies;
His golden ring glistening in the sun?
My daughter, my daughter what did you find there
By the prince’s side other then guards in helmets;
With sparkling lances and chain-mail?
My daughter, my daughter where did you find
The prince in white furs and silk gowns;
Of purple and red with more jewels like jade surrounding his neck?
My daughter, my daughter how did you get
To the prince and his castle in a carriage of gold, that was sent by him;
Or did you walk for thousands of hours with no hide on your feet?
My daughter, my daughter when did you go
To the beautiful prince, maybe out at the sea-side;
Did you leave right in front of my eyes, or was I away?
My daughter, my daughter who did you go with
To the prince on his throne served my maidens with platters;
Did you go with the postman, or did you take the journey all alone?
My mother, my mother don’t weep one more tear.
Your theories are lovely, and I wish they were real!
My body is buried in a flower meadow
out where I used to play and sing;
But still I hear every all that pushes from inside you.
My soul is carried every place you go.