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now while my lips are living
i make my shroud, but no one knows
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
we were not many
and how could you dream of meeting
rising moon has hid the stars
gaily through the fields we danced
one sweetly solemn thought
the sky
music i heard with you was more than music

 



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