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i know not where
the meadow was creeping
the old songs
now while my lips are living
the stars fell from heaven
mysterious night
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
in an old chamber softly lit
there's one that i once loved so much
a mile behind
i make my shroud, but no one knows
have you heard
blossoms of babies
awful truths these be

 



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