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above them all, looking down
the air is full of dawn and spring
my son is dead and i am going blind
night was black and drear
i love my hour of wind and light
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
music i heard with you was more than music
all down the years
in mournful numbers
darkest, strangest mystery
i am the wind that wavers
world that changes under my hand
from song and dream for ever gone

 



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