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Furmanski’s correct,

And not only for

Mothers. Fathers, too,

And even children

Know, although they can’t

Articulate it

As well as she did,

Every lullaby

Has the elegy

Blowing through it. Each

Generation hears

Bedtime whispering,

This sweetness could fail,

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Schlupf unter die Deck.