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to what shall a woman liken her beloved
my son is dead and i am going blind
still thirteen years
passing through huddled and ugly walls
when a deed is done for freedom
long has the summer sunlight shone
this is the ship of pearl
with lips blood red and heart of stone
some of the hurts you have cured

 



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