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if i should die, think only this of me
i love to steal awhile away
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
a very remarkable history this is
i loved a woman
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
just as my fingers on these keys
from our hidden places
thou unrelenting past

 



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