In her hands
A sweet
And (a doll)
A whitish bear
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In your (third) calling the world.
You made a mistake twice
You said; the fourth world.
And you are throwing the twentieth
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With grass mutinied from her hands I bet.
With the ice-moon hanging for her eyes as
I bet. a Rain bow
With the morning raising from her
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Why Santa Claus smiles
Why he laughs with his cavernous and abandoned throat?
Why the Virgin Mary is weeping in all of her pictures?
Oh, Madam! Ö Marie! Some of your photos look as a heart torn apart Bitterness!
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