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when i go back to earth
beneath my window in a city street
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
dear wife
under the harvest moon
since i have felt the sense of death
all my love for my sweet
shades of night were falling fast
i am the wind that wavers

 



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