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a Brief fantasy
I see only women's faces
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men, there are no traces,
and I, breathe a great sigh of relief...
I'm not sorry, father, brother,
I am not sorry uncle, son,
for I'm with all mother's mother's
are you with, the deceitful one?
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men, there are no traces,
and I, breathe a great sigh of relief...
I'm not sorry, father, brother,
I am not sorry uncle, son,
for I'm with all mother's mother's
are you with, the deceitful one?
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