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skies they were ashen and sober
beautiful, tragical faces
i know what you're going to say
to some the fat gods
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
under the harvest moon
where shall i find you
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges

 



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