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hang no wreath
as a white candle
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
my sorrow, when she's here with me
wheel me down by the meadow
with lips blood red and heart of stone
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
in your flight
do not turn your head
i stand in the cold gray weather
they in the darkness gather and ask

 



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