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perhaps it is no matter that you died
i am old and blind
good woman
my mother taught me that every night
i cannot always feel his greatness
it was many and many a year ago
what do i owe to you
the air is like a butterfly
let us pity those who are better off than we are
like eagles on up high

 



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