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i am a woman
therefore i may not
were it not for that singular smell
my sorrow, when she's here with me
have you not heard
the hypocritic days
my son is dead and i am going blind
i walk down the garden paths
babylon-where i go dreaming
stay no more
shades of night were falling fast
have you seen walking through the village
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead

 



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