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i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
night is dark, and the winter winds
out of the deep and the dark
there is a city, builded by no hand
grieve not for the invisible
love has been sung a thousand ways
braided and woven
but i cannot read you now
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
sweet and strong

 



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