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i am singing to you
my sorrow, when she's here with me
let us plant
i make my shroud, but no one knows
shades of night were falling fast
and so it goes
beside a stricken field
we were not many
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
calm as that second summer
arched the flood

 



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