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i saw the clouds among the hills
mysterious night
the agony of having too much power
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
as i lie roofed in, screened in
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i am the wind that wavers
we were not many
i go my way complacently
the air is like a butterfly
when night drifts along the streets of the city
now while my lips are living
this is the song of youth
if i were very sure

 



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