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they threw a stone, you threw a stone
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the air is full of dawn and spring
in the dark and peace of my final bed
she was a beauty in the days
i make my shroud, but no one knows
long ago, in the young moonlight
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies

 



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