What good can it do
To see you in heaven
If on earth I pass you by
What did it feel like
To abandon all the comforts
Of your home leave your father
To come to live alone
With your speechless mother
Such an impulsive thing
Don't you sometimes regret
The long work of your love
Breathing the final loneliness
Of the world under that dove
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