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brief on a flying night
who loves the rain
risen from the dead
weak-winged is song
my soul is a dark ploughed field
world that changes under my hand
three years ago today
the ancient songs
what was it the engines said
awful truths these be
i know what you're going to say
there were three in the meadow by the brook

 



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