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risen from the dead
birds against the april wind
he'd even have his joke
beneath my window in a city street
the arches of the red bridge
my mother taught me that every night
melancholy days have come
we were not many
sun stepped down from his golden throne
if it
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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