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city that is not a city
let us plant
up from the meadows rich with corn
my mother taught me that every night
i can not tell you now
the old songs
i fill this cup
dark-eyed
if i should die, think only this of me
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i love the old melodious lays

 



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