| 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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