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The white birds

I would but we were

My beloved

Wild birds on de form of de c

We tire of the flame of the media before it can fe

And flee

And a flame of the blues tar of twilight

Hang low on de ring of the sky

Has awake in our hearts my blood

A sadness that may not die

Awareness comes from those dreamers

Do doubled the Lily and Rose

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Dream not of them

My beloved

The flame of de media that goes

Why would we were changed white birds on a wondering phone I and you

I am haunted by numbers islands

And many are down on shore

Where time would surely for gather ers and sorrow come near us no more

Soon from de Rose and Lily

And friends of the flames will we be

When we only wipers my beloved

Bo it out on the phone of de c