I want to remember the women
Of today it’s not easy
Being the object of desire
Even when you understand
The longing of the wills
In your sons and daughters
To align with the stars
But a woman is always a mother
And a child assaulted
By a dragon in the old pictures
And audible in the first music
Her praise and her torment
Praise for her child
Torment for her child
Who alone can save us
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