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under the harvest moon
when i returned at sunset
a look is but a ray
i can not tell you now
give me
braided and woven
if i should die, think only this of me
when a deed is done for freedom
out of the window a sea of green trees
a thousand silent years ago
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
wheel me down by the meadow
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares

 



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