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daughter, thou art come to die
i saw him once before
my son is dead and i am going blind
stand here by my side
out of me unworthy and unknown
is there anybody there
the air is like a butterfly
she limps with halting painful pace
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i am dying
i saw the clouds among the hills
old wine to drink

 



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