Dark Daughter,
In this world
Vast and wide,
Who is my own
Barring you,
You, my daughter?
Under the starry nights,
Stand I near the terracotta temples
And see you, your sculptures,
Your figurines,
Dark Daughter,
I see you and the mystery of the world,
The mystery of love and affection.
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