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She is all knowing.
She carries wisdom
in the palm of her hand.
She knows where
we all stand.
She is the mother
of all children;
the teacher
who has studied
all the books.
She can smother
our fears;
she can outshout
our doubts.
Only,
so lonely to the bone
is her crusade
in this vale of tears.
She is so lost
and so alone.
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