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soft as the bed in the earth
let me be sad
she heard the children playing in the sun
i never knew the earth had so much gold
there is no escape by the river
by the shore, by the sea
the shadows of the ships
all those treasures that lie
now while my lips are living
three years ago today
i had a dream and i awoke with it
be not false

 



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