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just as my fingers on these keys
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
by the shore, by the sea
since i have felt the sense of death
in mournful numbers
when the wind works against us in the dark
have you seen walking through the village
this is the arsenal
little gate was reached at last
i've won the race
when i was a boy at college
little park that i pass through
up from the south at break of day

 



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