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i see all human wits
my soul is a dark ploughed field
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
in new york harbor
i know what you're going to say
what shall we do now
the ships are lying in the bay
in your arms was still delight
stir
desolate and lone
when i looked into your eyes
i had over-prepared the event

 



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