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i shake my hair in the wind of morning
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i went up and down the streets
my true love from her pillow rose
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i loved a woman
we break the glass whose sacred wine
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i love the old melodious lays

 



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