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burly, dozing humble-bee
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the old west, the old time
backward, turn backward
as a naked man i go
when night drifts along the streets of the city
star-dust and vaporous light
with lips blood red and heart of stone
afraid no more, i say
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i love the old melodious lays
i expect you
i heard the wind all day
beautiful, tragical faces

 



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