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mother daughter poem

i love to steal awhile away
have you not heard
softly weeping
i shall see a star tonight
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i make my shroud, but no one knows
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
white foam flower, red flame flower

 



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