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see i give myself to you
now while my lips are living
do you hear the rain?
sing again the song you sung
here lies a most beautiful lady
it was a tall young oysterman
i love my hour of wind and light
when i was a boy at college
it was many and many a year ago
their beautiful hair
my son is dead and i am going blind
let a joy keep you
dark-eyed

 



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