Hallowed be your name, Queen of my world
Happy were the days destiny displayed
I looked up and behold, I beheld
A charming creature, the definition of beauty ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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