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gone are the three, those sisters rare
sadly speaking
in an old chamber softly lit
from our hidden places
just as my fingers on these keys
gone before us
in the dark and peace of my final bed
what do i owe to you
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
along a river-side

 



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