Poetry in Every Season

THREE SONGS

Little Lobelia's Song

I was once a part

Of your blood and bone.

Now no longer-

I'm alone., I'm alone.

Each day at dawn,

I come out of your sleep;

I can't get back.

I weep, I weep. 

Not lost but abandoned,

Left behind;

This is my hand

Upon your mind.

I know nothing.

I can barely speak.

But these are my tears

Upon my cheek.

You look at your face

In the looking glass.

This is the face

My likeness has.

Give me back your sleep

Until you die,

Else I weep, weep,

Else I cry, cry.

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