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i am dying
be not false
some one complained to the master
wheel me down by the meadow
now while my lips are living
what was it the engines said
all down the years
this ancient silver bowl of mine
sing again the song you sung
and how could you dream of meeting
to clothe the fiery thought
wrap the earth in cloudy weather

 



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