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it was many and many a year ago
i gazed upon the glorious sky
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
white foam flower, red flame flower
good woman
rising moon has hid the stars
in an old chamber softly lit
of sun nor stars
i know not where
softly weeping

 



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