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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
all within and all without me
the agony of having too much power
a flying word from here and there
i've won the race
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
which i wish to remark
as a naked man i go
i reside at table mountain
one with you
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam

 



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