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the old songs
they ask me where i've been
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
day is done
who loves the rain
little gate was reached at last
for truth, for love
sun and wind and beat of sea
when i was broke in london
why do you always stand there shivering
i gazed upon the glorious sky

 



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