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all my love for my sweet
all quiet along the potomac
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i walk down the garden paths
glass-blower of time
now while my lips are living
we break the glass whose sacred wine
what was it the engines said
you say you love me
lo! 'tis a gala night
i love my hour of wind and light
and breaketh bread no more

 



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