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i walk down the garden paths
there is an hour of peaceful rest
braided and woven
who will be naming the wind
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
within my hand i hold
my sorrow, when she's here with me
come down at dawn from windless hills
for then without
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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