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one with you
and how could you dream of meeting
why are the things that have no death
i fill this cup
why do
and so it goes
let me move slowly through the street
my soul is a dark ploughed field
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
i burn no incense
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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