The woman

The beauty of her face

Is only matched

By the beauty of her heart

She can be as fierce

As she can be gentle

She embodies both

The mother of all the mothers

And the daughter of all daughters

While she is alive

The world would be afraid

That it might be outdone

When she dies

The world itself will feel like dying

For a piece of the soul of the world

Would have gone with her.

 

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