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FOR MY SON, by            
First Line: When you sit at evening time
Last Line: Save her own bewilderment.
Subject(s): Mothers & Sons; Sons

When you sit at evening time,
Solaced by your melodies,
Say: It is my father's soul
Guides my fingers on the keys.
Say: My father's clever hands
Were the very first to give
Sanctuary -- for a while --
To one, born a fugitive.

Say: My mother's spirit, (rain
Beating on a tangled wood)
Drives me lonely through the dark,
Desolated solitude.
Say: Her heart was like a deer
On the swift, lean hounds intent;
Say: She had no gift for me
Save her own bewilderment.

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