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Speaking from child’s eyes A voice, squeaking among thunders A mouse, hidden, covered, frail The Peasant of ages, gentle and honest Yet only appearances can shade the eyes Her soft skin, but a tonal feature Misrepresentative of a true nature A woman, looking through innocent eyes Always hiding, Always watching, Always growing
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
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Speaking from child’s eyes A voice, squeaking among thunders A mouse, hidden, covered, frail The Peasant of ages, gentle and honest Yet only appearances can shade the eyes Her soft skin, but a tonal feature Misrepresentative of a true nature A woman, looking through innocent eyes Always hiding, Always watching, Always growing
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j-t-gaut
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
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