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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Madame Lionell , sitting under a tree , asking God , the time of her free , the world being so wild , showing anger on the lady - who is naked BLIND . There were none to feel her pain , except the neighbors - who thought their gain , the new lives then , kicking the world , showing anger on the lady who is in the blind world . She started thinking of all her sins , from the ancient times - playing with the teens , but she cried on and on - screaming , shouting , and she smiled ! , thanking God for that behavior - which seemed her so wild . The new lives thinking about their cradle , for getting those pain and those trouble , she thought a while for their father , who would think for those tiny heirs - she said "RATHER." Now , the fearful dark night grew , decreasing pain for both the sinew , bearing the pain for months well , again , thinking for her husband's farewell . Oh my dear leaving alone , can't utter a word for my bones , remembering the words which you told , "NEVER THINK OF SILVER BUT ONLY GOLD !. " Now I feel the calmness of my pain , feel joyful for my new veins , not feeding them with the words of love , but their fathers peaceful words of dove!. The darkness grew more forever , the brightness grew for them - for me never , she dream t a while - the dilemma of fame , " Will my son keep the importance of our name ?"
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