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we break the glass whose sacred wine
who will be naming the wind
i despise my friends more than you
eighty years have passed, and more
i think it just splendid
darkest, strangest mystery
within my hand i hold
they in the darkness gather and ask
it was the autumn of the year
be patient, life, when love is at the gate

 



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