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She watched as her baby ‘What have I done?
flew high into the sky, I’ve been so bad!’
she dived through the ‘No you haven’t’ said
trees as the Mother the moon, ‘You’ve just
started to cry. let fear drive you mad.’
‘I see it every night,’ he said
‘When you love someone so,
that in their fear and fright,
they often hold them all too
tight.’
