...Dearest Mother
Waters will cease,
the land becomes arid
brooks run dry
sycamores will wither away
Men will stumble
heroes will falter,
Legends may fall
But I will in earnest remain,
With a candle in one hand
and a box of pearls in the other
mummuring your name,
In the menacles of affection
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