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there are three ways in which men take
royal feast was done
i had a dream and i awoke with it
the sun is up
sun stepped down from his golden throne
my soul is a dark ploughed field
what was it the engines said
never in all my life
there was a strangeness on your lips
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
grieve not for the invisible
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
full of tears
from song and dream for ever gone

 



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