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beneath my window in a city street
all my love for my sweet
all within and all without me
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
my true love from her pillow rose
there is no flock, however watched and tended
though i am little as all little things
arched the flood
gaily through the fields we danced
is there anybody there

 



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