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I had a dream last night
that a little girl came to me.
Her hair was a halo of warm light
and color dripped off her tongue.
She was your daughter
and in her I saw the fruit
of everything I'd ever fought for
or believed in, or dreamt of.
(Jewel, A night without armor. Poems, Nueva York, HarperCollins Publisher, 1998, p. 44.)
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