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stir
tell me less or tell me more
afraid no more, i say
when freedom from her mountain height
since i have felt the sense of death
i see all human wits
in the sphere
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the pale day drowses on the western steep
bring me soft song
i am a woman
i saw him once before
be not false

 



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