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with the sunset
my true love from her pillow rose
so lost
when freedom from her mountain height
from floor to ceiling
desolate and lone
when, full of warm and eager love
once this soft turf
thoughts through my head
in all things not spoken of
melancholy days have come
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i went up and down the streets

 



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