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gone are the three, those sisters rare
a mist was driving down
the old songs
come down at dawn from windless hills
in your arms was still delight
she burst fierce wine
when i returned at sunset
the ancient songs
i heard the wind all day
storm
why then, must we see?
here lies a most beautiful lady

 



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