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Daughter of my mother's heart,cold and icy, steel eyes impartstares that freeze,and tongue that uses words for darts.Daughter of my mother's rage,uneasy passions fill her cage;its steel bars taut but bent with age;daughter of a woman caged.Daughter of my mother's tears,cries that jolt and wounds that sear;