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why then, must we see?
stern cold man
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i go my way complacently
let me be sad
beneath my window in a city street
do you hear the rain?
sing again the song you sung
i love my life, but not too well
melancholy, blue it was
where shall i find you
and breaketh bread no more

 



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