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do not grieve that it is over
a look is but a ray
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
sad are they who know not love
do i like it
awful truths these be
i have seen the proudest stars
gaily through the fields we danced
into the silent land
we lay
do you hear the rain?
the old west, the old time

 



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