Once you told me my father never wept; Once you told me his father never wept; The men of my line have never wept; They were made of steel. Or...
As you were saying this you cried a tear That dropped into my mouth...I have never drunk more of poison than I did from the little cup. Vulnerable woman, poor and comprehending woman, When I tasted it I knew the pain of centuries. All of its burden...
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