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come down at dawn from windless hills
lo! 'tis a gala night
to the passionate lover
but alas, just dreams
this is the song of youth
softly weeping
the shadows of the ships
we break the glass whose sacred wine
she knows a cheap release
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
give me hunger
when night drifts along the streets of the city

 



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