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thoughts through my head
though i am little as all little things
my sorrow, when she's here with me
perhaps it is no matter that you died
gaily through the fields we danced
lo! 'tis a gala night
i fill this cup
wheel me down by the meadow
daughters of time
high walls and huge
with lips blood red and heart of stone
stir
green afternoon serene and bright

 



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