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How many poems
have mothers sighed to You
from their beds of labor
when the pain subsides?
And what words do monks find
evenings in August
when lying on their pallets of straw
while outside
the hay lies drying in the fields?
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have mothers sighed to You
from their beds of labor
when the pain subsides?
And what words do monks find
evenings in August
when lying on their pallets of straw
while outside
the hay lies drying in the fields?
Source