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gone are the three, those sisters rare
i can not tell you now
in september
out of the window a sea of green trees
i am singing to you
i never knew the earth had so much gold
could we but know
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
just now
i do not pray for peace
skies they were ashen and sober
arched the flood

 



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