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there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i am fevered
he came and took me by the hand
what shall we do now
but alas, just dreams
with lips blood red and heart of stone
it was many and many a year ago
in an old chamber softly lit
when i was a boy at college
i love the old melodious lays
in september

 



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