His Sister's Son
For they killed the best that was in me
When they said I must not return
To my father's lodge, to my mother's arms:
When my heart would burn — and burn!
For when dead is a daughter's womanhood
There is nothing left that is grand and good.
When they said I must not return
To my father's lodge, to my mother's arms:
When my heart would burn — and burn!
For when dead is a daughter's womanhood
There is nothing left that is grand and good.
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