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mother daughter poem

the rain was over, and the brilliant air
at midnight
beautiful
the sky
were it not for that singular smell
for truth, for love
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
if it
do the boys and girls still go
the mountains they are silent folk
when the veil from the eyes is lifted

 



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