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we break the glass whose sacred wine
he's gone
with her hair flaying wildly
i heard the wind all day
on and on
and my name is truthful
be in me as the eternal moods
the hypocritic days
the mountains they are silent folk
a little peach in the orchard grew
with joy and wonder
i stand in the cold gray weather

 



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