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by Sara Teasdale
Waves are the sea's white daughters,
 And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
 Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
 And wind the mother of foam —
The world is brimming with beauty,
 But I must stay at home.

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