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mother daughter poem

when i go back to earth
night is dark, and the winter winds
let us express our baser passions
daughter, thou art come to die
by the shore, by the sea
i can not tell you now
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
could we but know
stay no more
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
a mile behind

 



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