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i am dying
high-born race
good woman
all my love for my sweet
there was a time in former years
there is a country full of wine
last midnight
i am the wind that wavers
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
these be
in halls of sleep you wandered by
why are the things that have no death

 



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