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i sometimes wonder if it's really true
high-born race
he came and took me by the hand
daughters of time
i despise my friends more than you
among the mountains i wandered
dark-eyed
when i go back to earth
arched the flood
see, they return
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
why do you always stand there shivering
a very remarkable history this is

 



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