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the ships are lying in the bay
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
very well, you liberals
lady, your heart has turned to dust
this is the song of youth
for then without
along the banks
come down at dawn from windless hills
if the red slayer think he slays
all down the years
and how could you dream of meeting

 



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