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let us pity those who are better off than we are
the old west, the old time
for these white arms about my neck
risen from the dead
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
listen to the sounding sea
i saw the first pear
green afternoon serene and bright
be not angry with me
all my love for my sweet
if it
once this soft turf
i am singing to you
music i heard with you was more than music

 



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