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my soul is a dark ploughed field
my son is dead and i am going blind
by the shore, by the sea
braided and woven
there is an hour of peaceful rest
earth travails
with the sunset
beneath the warrior's helm
listen to the sounding sea
up from the meadows rich with corn
what do i owe to you
i think it just splendid

 



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