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i loved a woman
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
the old songs
at dawn, he said
and still they walked on
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
there is a city, builded by no hand
my son is dead and i am going blind
will you glimmer on the sea?
the air is like a butterfly
i go my way complacently

 



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