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he's gone
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
let us plant
when night drifts along the streets of the city
when, full of warm and eager love
gaily through the fields we danced
i walk down the garden paths
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
doubtless i remember still
for these white arms about my neck
will you glimmer on the sea?

 



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