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little park that i pass through
the mountains they are silent folk
if i should die, think only this of me
where shall i find you
she said
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the hypocritic days
backward, turn backward
have you not heard
let a joy keep you
do not turn your head
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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