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happiness
my son is dead and i am going blind
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
melancholy days have come
sadly speaking
she knows a cheap release
we who stood
i've won the race
the agony of having too much power

 



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