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let me move slowly through the street
beside a stricken field
perhaps it is no matter that you died
sadly speaking
very well, you liberals
to the passionate lover
we lay
moonlight deep and tender
there was a strangeness on your lips
afraid no more, i say
some one complained to the master
i stood
i saw the clouds among the hills
the ancient songs

 



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