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over the river, on the hill
rocked in the cradle of the deep
up and down he goes
bring me soft song
we who stood
i never knew the earth had so much gold
by the rude bridge
lady, your heart has turned to dust
musing, between the sunset and the dark
when, full of warm and eager love
leave the lovely words unsaid

 



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