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three years ago today
we who stood
i love my life, but not too well
there's one that i once loved so much
there is a city, builded by no hand
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
still thirteen years
all within and all without me
hang no wreath
beneath the warrior's helm
now while my lips are living
i do not pray for peace
i loved a woman
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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