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i hold your heart
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
be not false
i went up and down the streets
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
do not grieve that it is over
simply speaking
dark-eyed
i have seen the proudest stars
the old songs
for then without
i had over-prepared the event
by the rude bridge

 



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