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i love the old melodious lays
old wine to drink
do not grieve that it is over
i love my life, but not too well
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
she burst fierce wine
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
my mother taught me that every night
i hold your heart
the mountains they are silent folk

 



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