.. in a Name where do we come from.... who gives the Name before the Day. Was it mother who called me this Way?
The love in her eyes as she cried and said a Name... Left it burned into my memory for all of Time.
Compassion at cost is not a fair game, she said...
"... your eyes ...are his and you mine..."
They never made up and the story not told Of how a Love was born in a summer of cold.
Dragon came and sang my Name...
A Long Time Ago.
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