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glooms of the live-oaks
up from the meadows rich with corn
over the river they beckon to me
my sorrow, when she's here with me
made up of loveliness alone
rising moon has hid the stars
i think it just splendid
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i burn no incense
muffled drum's sad roll has beat

 



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