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¡¡¡¡You sit crouched in your palanquin and repeat the names of the gods in prayer.
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¡¡¡¡Many of them fly, and a great number are cut to pieces.
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¡¡¡¡I know you are thinking, sitting all by yourself, that your boy must be dead by this time.
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¡¡¡¡But I come to you all stained with blood, and say, "Mother, the fight is over now."
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¡¡¡¡You come out and kiss me, pressing me to your heart, and you say to yourself,
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¡¡¡¡"I dont know what I should do if I hadnt my boy to escort me."
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¡¡¡¡A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why couldnt such a thing come true bychance?
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¡¡¡¡It would be like a story in a book.
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¡¡¡¡My brother would say, "Is it possible? I always thought he was so delicate!"
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¡¡¡¡Our village people would all say in amazement, "Was it not lucky that the boy was with hismother?"
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¡¡¡¡IT is time for me to go, mother; I am going.
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¡¡¡¡When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn youstretch out your arms for your baby in the bed, Ishall say, "Baby is not there!"--mother, I am going.
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¡¡¡¡I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress you; and I shall be ripples in the waterwhen you bathe, and kiss you and kiss you again.
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¡¡¡¡In the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves you will hear my whisper in your bed,and my laughter will flash with the lightning through the open window into your room.
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¡¡¡¡If you lie awake, thinking of your baby till late into the night, I shall sing to you from the stars, "Sleep mother, sleep."
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¡¡¡¡On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, and lie upon your bosom while yousleep.
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¡¡¡¡I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into thedepths of your sleep; and when you wake up and look round startled, like a twinkling firefly Ishall flit out into the darkness.
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