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and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
some one complained to the master
under the harvest moon
what shall we do now
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
lo! 'tis a gala night
there is a city, builded by no hand
perhaps
music i heard with you was more than music
a pen of steel
gone before us

 



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