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never in all my life
when the wind works against us in the dark
i loved a woman
what do i owe to you
who will be naming the wind
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
old wine to drink

 



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