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now while my lips are living
do not grieve that it is over
dark-eyed
looking beyond
there is a country full of wine
i am the wind that wavers
a life on the ocean wave
they in the darkness gather and ask
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
arched the flood
stuff of the moon
if the red slayer think he slays

 



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