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i make my shroud, but no one knows
glooms of the live-oaks
i am singing to you
melancholy days have come
earth travails
eighty years have passed, and more
have you seen walking through the village
see, they return
winged shadows sweeping by
i sometimes wonder if it's really true

 



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