Echoes |
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The Wan sun westers, faint and slow |
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I gave my heart to a woman |
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The Blackbird |
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There is a wheel inside my head |
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Or ever the knightly years were gone |
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I am the reaper |
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While the west is paling |
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The Past was goodly once, and yet, when all is said |
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Margaritae Sororis - |
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