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it was a tall young oysterman
and breaketh bread no more
little park that i pass through
not from the whole wide world
my soul is a dark ploughed field
when a deed is done for freedom
i heard the wind all day
there is a country full of wine
i burn no incense
royal feast was done
for then without

 



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