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mother daughter poem

beneath my window in a city street
under dusky laurel leaf
lived by the river-side
there's one that i once loved so much
now while my lips are living
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
in his guarded tent
my soul is a dark ploughed field
melancholy, blue it was
master of human destinies am i
with the meek, brown eyes
she said

 



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