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She walks quietly through dark avenues
Looking for you
Grandmother for you
Giving knowledge
Receiving it too
Until she comes
Here she comes
to the round room
Grandmother aged face
Smile crumpled
She gives her last strength to stand
Come near
No fear
I'm here
Placing hands over hearts
Placing stars into fingers
Clutching the receiver
The crone breaths
The three come to see
The passing and receiving
Taking her face in hands saying,
Lay the children down
Lay the children down
She passes through the mist
She is