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grandma poem

just as my fingers on these keys
the ships are lying in the bay
there's one that i once loved so much
braided and woven
master of human destinies am i
the light withdrawn
the air is like a butterfly
afraid no more, i say
i think it just splendid
my sorrow, when she's here with me
when freedom from her mountain height
you say you love me

 



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