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why do
my sorrow, when she's here with me
up from the meadows rich with corn
i hold your heart
they in the darkness gather and ask
in and of itself
i have to say good-night
do not turn your head
come down at dawn from windless hills
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the meadow was creeping
and my name is truthful

 



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