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above them all, looking down
a mile behind
those black eyes i once so praised
under dusky laurel leaf
there is a country full of wine
and breaketh bread no more
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
quietly, with reverance, in awe
weak-winged is song
in the cloud-gray mornings
you are my companion
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
i went up and down the streets
i heard the wind all day

 



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