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i love my life, but not too well
perhaps it is no matter that you died
their beautiful hair
but alas, just dreams
wheel me down by the meadow
i said
when you come tonight
in the dark and peace of my final bed
so lost
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i can not tell you now

 



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