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sad are they who know not love
hang no wreath
all within and all without me
the little white prayers
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
out of me unworthy and unknown
skies they were ashen and sober
i hold your heart
all quiet along the potomac
have you seen walking through the village
brother, i am fire
she knows a cheap release

 



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