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mysterious night
the sun is up
when a deed is done for freedom
and still they walked on
we lay
there is a country full of wine
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
he came and took me by the hand
the poets tell
now while my lips are living
calm as that second summer
tripping up, falling down
i am fevered
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea

 



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