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Aurora, she came from behind the mountains,
Her light and life she came giving along.
But her light and her life were spread among
People who don't deserve even the water from the fountains.
Aurora, she came from inside the sea,
Her love and goodness she was giving forth.
She came flying over the warm wind north:
And once again she was rejected. Then she could not see
Why people should need so much, and refuse
Aurora, she who came with life and light,
With love and goodness, the best reasons for both time and arts.
Aurora for a while remained confused,
But understood, at last, the way she might:
That she, Aurora, never comes inside bad people's hearts.
Por Igor, abril 22, 2005 01:20 PM