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the air is like a butterfly
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
at dawn, he said
there is no flock, however watched and tended
all down the years
just as my fingers on these keys
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
weak-winged is song
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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