daughter

Lemon yellow dress all gathered at the hem

She sits upon the wall up on the hill

She is no fool

For she knows who she is

How she came to be

How she’ll always have safety

A right hip

A left shoulder

A kiss on the ear

A glorious beauty

And duty

To believe what she hears

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