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grandmother poem

within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
she was a beauty in the days
i've won the race
i love the old melodious lays
who is the runner in the skies
sweet and strong
the agony of having too much power
i fill this cup
therefore i may not
i make my shroud, but no one knows
why are the things that have no death

 



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