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daughter poem

sadly speaking
do the boys and girls still go
softly weeping
and still they walked on
to some the fat gods
some one complained to the master
mysterious night
within my hand i hold
leave the lovely words unsaid
with joy and wonder
i see all human wits
when the veil from the eyes is lifted

 



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