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the air is like a butterfly
where shall i find you
the shadows of the ships
there is a city, builded by no hand
what spiteful chance steals unawares
i reside at table mountain
she must go back, she said
sun stepped down from his golden throne
i have to say good-night
a little peach in the orchard grew

 



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