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like eagles on up high
lo! 'tis a gala night
take my bracelets
those black eyes i once so praised
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
listen
stay no more
what do i owe to you
my soul is a dark ploughed field
look out upon the stars, my love
i am old and blind
listen to the sounding sea
braided and woven

 



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