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if the red slayer think he slays
high-born race
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
since, if you stood by my side today
though love repine, and reason chafe
and my name is truthful
burly, dozing humble-bee
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
weak-winged is song
when i looked into your eyes
the darkness
music i heard with you was more than music

 



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