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daughter poem

if the red slayer think he slays
to clothe the fiery thought
it tells of good old times
i am the wind that wavers
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
i've won the race
within my hand i hold
passing through huddled and ugly walls
it was many and many a year ago
let me move slowly through the street
he'd even have his joke

 



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