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we break the glass whose sacred wine
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the air is like a butterfly
and how could you dream of meeting
why are the things that have no death
little park that i pass through
the body may confine
now while my lips are living
stern cold man
with the meek, brown eyes

 



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