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gone are the three, those sisters rare
rocked in the cradle of the deep
she heard the children playing in the sun
under a spreading chestnut tree
i go my way complacently
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
here lies a most beautiful lady
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i saw god. do you doubt it?

 



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