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i know what you're going to say
afraid no more, i say
in mournful numbers
the shadows of the ships
glass-blower of time
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
death's nobility again
up and down he goes
when night drifts along the streets of the city
just as my fingers on these keys
little park that i pass through

 



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