Jewels of Romance/Solitude Studies/According to the Mother
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SOLITUDE
According to the Mother
When I saw your lover kiss you,
The sorrow which filled my heart was so deep
That I cried myself into troubled sleep
And dreamed of how I would miss you.
In my dreams I envied the thrill
Which came to your lover each time he pressed
Your lips - lips which used to cling at my
breast -
Ah, that you were my baby still!