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just as my fingers on these keys
the meadow was creeping
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
there by the window in the old house
all my love for my sweet
do the boys and girls still go
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the old songs
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
they may talk of love in a cottage
be not angry with me
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying

 



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