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since i have felt the sense of death
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the fragrance came
perhaps it is no matter that you died
moonlight deep and tender
above them all, looking down
the darkness rolls upward
i've won the race
softly weeping
the little white prayers
it tells of good old times

 



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