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sad are they who know not love
tell me not
beside a stricken field
he's gone
my soul is a dark ploughed field
master of human destinies am i
under dusky laurel leaf
the sky
their beautiful hair
when night drifts along the streets of the city
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
love has been sung a thousand ways
god

 



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