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with bitterness and hope.Maya Valencia
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way he spoke;Maya Valencia
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and the gentleMaya Valencia
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and each morning as I woke;Maya Valencia
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I loved him with all my waywardMaya Valencia
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danced merrilyMaya Valencia
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the way he filledMaya Valencia
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I loved how his eyesMaya Valencia
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my aimless days,Maya Valencia
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I loved him as I fellMaya Valencia
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Was but the motherMaya Valencia
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of myself but youMaya Valencia
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Are mother to the oneMaya Valencia
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I loved so dearlMaya Valencia
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And thus are dearerMaya Valencia
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than the mother I knewMaya Valencia
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By that infinityMaya Valencia
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with which my wifeMaya Valencia
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Was dearer to my soulMaya Valencia
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than itsMaya Valencia