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therefore i may not
beneath the warrior's helm
which keeps
who will be naming the wind
uplifting, as the wind blew
a few more windy days
i saw him once before
i saw with open eyes
i wonder where you live
their beautiful hair
simply speaking
i can not tell you now
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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