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i make my shroud, but no one knows
by the shore, by the sea
if it
i am the wind that wavers
when i was broke in london
master of human destinies am i
two rows of cabbages
the saddest of the year
i have heard them in the night
have you heard
take my bracelets
i love the old melodious lays
i despise my friends more than you
little park that i pass through

 



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