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above them all, looking down
as a naked man i go
and how could you dream of meeting
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
my son is dead and i am going blind
skies they were ashen and sober
rising moon has hid the stars
a storm is riding on the tide
up to her chamber window
a little peach in the orchard grew

 



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