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there was a strangeness on your lips
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
weak-winged is song
my son is dead and i am going blind
i do not pray for peace
by the shore, by the sea
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
simply speaking
one with you
i've won the race

 



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