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all down the years
my mother taught me that every night
when freedom from her mountain height
i bid them all farewell
i see all human wits
above them all, looking down
quietly, with reverance, in awe
music i heard with you was more than music
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
when you come tonight

 



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