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The falconer is sitting on |
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His summersand at dawn |
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Unlocking flooded silvercages |
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And with a silverdin arise |
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All the lovely faces |
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And the lovely silvertraces erase |
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My empty pages |
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The falconer is sitting on |
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His summersand at dawn |
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Beside his singing silverwaves |
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And his dancing rebelrace |
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That compose ahead of timeless time |
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A sound inside my candle light |
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Father child |
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Angels of the night |
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Silverframe my candlelight |
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Father child |
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Angels of the night |
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Silverframe my candlelight |
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The falconer is sitting on |
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His summersand at dawn |
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Unlocking flooded silvercages |
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And with a silverdin arise |
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All the lovely faces |
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And the lovely silvertraces erase |
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My empty pages |
