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uplifting, as the wind blew
moonlight deep and tender
they ask me where i've been
i have seen the proudest stars
therefore i may not
among the mountains i wandered
in september
when the hours of day are numbered
and breaketh bread no more
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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