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could we but know
high-born race
my sorrow, when she's here with me
and my name is truthful
do i like it
it was the autumn of the year
awful truths these be
i can not tell you now
you are my companion
let us plant
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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