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there was a time in former years
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
she might have known it in the earlier spring
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
there's one that i once loved so much
tell me
who loves the rain
when freedom from her mountain height
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
weak-winged is song

 



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