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Farmer's Daughter
She was only a farmer's daughter,
Spent summers on the land;
Did turn the soil,
Did slave and toil,
To Daddy lent her hand.
She learnt to
love the almond,
Wild oregano, fig;
Could hammer nails,
Could talk to snails,
For Grandma she would dig.
Her mother wove
her wonder,
Her father forged her heart;
With failing eyes,
And wheezing sighs,
A future did they chart.
 She
was only a farmer's daughter,
Now she's only a farmer's wife;
But clothed in gold,
For one so cold,
She's sown a little life.
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