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beautiful, tragical faces
and with the humming bird
there is no flock, however watched and tended
little park that i pass through
we lay
wheel me down by the meadow
into the silent land
when i was broke in london
if the red slayer think he slays
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
did you ever hear of
i burn no incense

 



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