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there is no escape by the river
up and down he goes
in new york harbor
i love my hour of wind and light
sweet splendor
i despise my friends more than you
shades of night were falling fast
soft as the bed in the earth
what was it the engines said
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
out of me unworthy and unknown
love has been sung a thousand ways

 



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