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my mother taught me that every night
their beautiful hair
to clothe the fiery thought
desolate and lone
out of the window a sea of green trees
who is the runner in the skies
i had over-prepared the event
i never knew the earth had so much gold
do not grieve that it is over
i am a woman
one with you
roses and gold

 



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