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there is an hour of peaceful rest
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i have seen the proudest stars
weak-winged is song
sing again the song you sung
with her hair flaying wildly
quietly, with reverance, in awe
little gate was reached at last
by the shore, by the sea

 



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