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birds against the april wind
night is dark, and the winter winds
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i made a vow once, one only
when you come tonight
tell me not
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
it tells of good old times
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white

 



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