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my sorrow, when she's here with me
i heard the wind all day
i loved a woman
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
and still they walked on
babylon-where i go dreaming
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
they may talk of love in a cottage
grieve not for the invisible
and how could you dream of meeting
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon

 



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