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gone before us
grieve not for the invisible
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
awful truths these be
it was many and many a year ago
we break the glass whose sacred wine
and my name is truthful
last midnight
though love repine, and reason chafe
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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