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Miranda MAG

By Anonymous

   Miranda came at night,
And washed my tears away,
With tales of hertime,
And songs that they sang.
And, one night,
She didn't rise from herbed
of rest,
Because I was happy.
Maybe she went to LittleLilly
Who cries and wakes.



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