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my sorrow, when she's here with me
so lost
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
let me be sad
sun stepped down from his golden throne
this is the arsenal
give me hunger
those black eyes i once so praised
which i wish to remark
if i should die, think only this of me
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
which keeps

 



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