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mother daughter poem

their beautiful hair
she was a beauty in the days
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i saw the clouds among the hills
in the dark and peace of my final bed
long ago, in the young moonlight
there is a city, builded by no hand
these be
high walls and huge
when i go back to earth
i wonder where you live

 



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