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she burst fierce wine
beneath the warrior's helm
so lost
if i should die, think only this of me
what was it the engines said
once this soft turf
all my love for my sweet
with joy and wonder
shades of night were falling fast
winged shadows sweeping by
rising moon has hid the stars
and how could you dream of meeting

 



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