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what shall we do now
risen from the dead
babylon-where i go dreaming
their beautiful hair
were it not for that singular smell
all within and all without me
a mist was driving down
the agony of having too much power
sing again the song you sung
could we but know
shades of night were falling fast
to be able to see every side of every question
earth travails

 



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