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the old songs
i have heard them in the night
since i have felt the sense of death
we break the glass whose sacred wine
a bird sang
in their ragged regimentals
one by one, like leaves from a tree
why do you always stand there shivering
bring me soft song
i made a vow once, one only
roses and gold
in halls of sleep you wandered by
musing, between the sunset and the dark

 



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