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when freedom from her mountain height
she burst fierce wine
quietly, with reverance, in awe
very well, you liberals
night is dark, and the winter winds
i reside at table mountain
sadly speaking
you say you love me
before the solemn bronze saint
tripping up, falling down
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
could we but know
sing again the song you sung
there by the window in the old house

 



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