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thy neck with Mother, I shall weave a chain chain of pearls for my tears of sorrow, The stars have wranght their anklets of light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon thy breast. Wealth and fame come come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own and the image. That Mine dont onlara ming yuwana when I bring tit to the as my offering thon requitest it with thy grace. 81
