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(Based on Ben Jonson's "On My First Daughter") by Emperor Zog Mina, whom we shall ever mourn. Her fate has filled our hearts with pain; And yet, our loss is heaven's gain, And Mina's triumph. This belief Eases somewhat her mother's grief. Our daughter fair has gone to dwell In places more ethereal, Where she flies free on rainbow wings; This to her father comfort brings. Our elder child, with wings of night, Remains our warm, consoling, light; And by her side, together, we Pray for the wind's serenity, So Mina may fly free of storms, And rest in zephyrs' gentle arms.
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