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the old west, the old time
he's gone
i saw the first pear
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i bid them all farewell
a bird sang
brief on a flying night
let us express our baser passions
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
will you glimmer on the sea?
white foam flower, red flame flower

 



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