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you say you love me
when, full of warm and eager love
beside a stricken field
over the river, on the hill
i love my life, but not too well
from floor to ceiling
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
do not turn your head
a flying word from here and there
shadows lay along broadway
gone are the three, those sisters rare
beneath the warrior's helm

 



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