the dark-faced daughter with shadows in her eyes
sees outside the cave, through the dark, darting lies,
lacks the youth to be innocent, the years to be wise,
she sits and ponders in her happy child guise
with a flick of her wrist and a look of surprise
she pointed a looking-glass into the skies
and through that, what she did surmise
served to break the last of her ties
and to this day she continually denies
what she saw arise...

The End

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