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quietly, with reverance, in awe
melancholy days have come
but i cannot read you now
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
within my hand i hold
what was it the engines said
their beautiful hair
these be
what shall we do now
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
when the wind works against us in the dark
i fill this cup

 



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