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Lazy morning, who will know the music which I hear, myriads of notes, flowing, sparkling so and the silence after new songs begin and I travel to other fields away violas pull me to their side I follow their speedy sway the road is going, going when will my love arrive? when will I find the road the good for which I strive? when can I stop the sinning when find the peace within when will begin the singing the ancient beauty song | ||||||||||||||
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