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very well, you liberals
i am a woman
just now
what was it the engines said
now while my lips are living
old wine to drink
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
when freedom from her mountain height
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
wheel me down by the meadow
brief on a flying night
the meadow was creeping
see, they return

 



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