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high walls and huge
give me
lady, your heart has turned to dust
sleep, gray brother of death
under the harvest moon
for truth, for love
a little peach in the orchard grew
now while my lips are living
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
once this soft turf
full of tears
gone are the three, those sisters rare

 



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