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so fallen
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
wheel me down by the meadow
all those treasures that lie
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
sad are they who know not love
our pleasant moments fly
on and on
all quiet along the potomac
now while my lips are living
now that i have cooled to you

 



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