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there's one that i once loved so much
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
a thousand silent years ago
the arches of the red bridge
i know not where
i am the wind that wavers
a look is but a ray
two rows of cabbages
for these white arms about my neck
over the river they beckon to me
passing through huddled and ugly walls
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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