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the sun is up
she was a beauty in the days
along the banks
often i think of the beautiful town
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
this is the ship of pearl
beside a stricken field
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
out of the window a sea of green trees
i can not tell you now
since i have felt the sense of death
here falls no light
he'd even have his joke

 



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