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for truth, for love
and my name is truthful
i gazed upon the glorious sky
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
music i heard with you was more than music
take my bracelets
braided and woven
i saw the clouds among the hills
often i think of the beautiful town
the meadow was creeping
to what shall a woman liken her beloved

 



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