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i walk down the garden paths
when, full of warm and eager love
the snow whispers about me
do the boys and girls still go
and how could you dream of meeting
the ancient songs
i am in love with high far-seeing places
brother, i am fire
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst

 



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