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she heard the children playing in the sun
a very remarkable history this is
why then, must we see?
therefore i may not
by the rude bridge
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i have seen the proudest stars
be not false
moonlight deep and tender
all quiet along the potomac
since, if you stood by my side today
my son is dead and i am going blind
where shall i find you
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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