Your sweet soprano is so distant now,
dear Mother,
So far from my fearful ear.
Did it cherish me yet chooses now to chastise,
as if I needed punishment?
So why do I hear
such a call, such a note
moving further away,
dear Mother,
moving further, further,
into that distance?
A soprano still
but falling, falling.
Where are you,
dear Mother?
Will you return to my head, my heart,
even...
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