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my soul is a dark ploughed field
and my name is truthful
we break the glass whose sacred wine
i saw him once before
pushing out, struggling vainly
all those treasures that lie
beautiful, tragical faces
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea

 



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