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2008-06-14 05:21:09
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The sun is sinking low in the cradle of the western sky
and mother,
I cannot see your face.
The night shadows, with glee, are usurping the stars
and mother,
I cannot hear you whisper.
The breaking waves are savaging the shore as the tide urges them on
and mother,
I cannot feel your hand in mine.


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