Into the night leaving his clothes
In their grasping hands
Must have been a great runner
Crying and choking through
The newly-seeded fields the miles
Back to his mother’s house
Where she was waiting sleepless
Already knowing the words
He couldn’t speak when he arrived
Silently they let his sisters sleep
What preparations could they make
Realizing it was all over now
Already the rooster was crowing
As he burst into tears again
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