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tell me not
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the air is like a butterfly
which i wish to remark
when i was broke in london
beneath the warrior's helm
simplicity
he's gone
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
lady, your heart has turned to dust
the sun is up

 



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