| The Valley Wind |
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| After Getting Drunk, Becoming Sober in the Night |
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| Love which is greater than oneself is like |
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| Because of my going right across |
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| The Autumn wind |
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| Its cry is mournful |
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| the waves that ripple |
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| My sins which have accumulated |
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| Startled / By a single scream |
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| Like those boats which are returning |
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