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and he was walking in the gardenand he was walking in the nightand he was singing a sad love songand he was praying for his lifeand the stars came out around himhe was thinking of his sinsand he's looking at his song-birdand he's looking at his wingsthere inside the gardencame another with his lipssaid, '
Won't you come and be my lover?''
Let me give you a little kiss?'and he came, knelt down before himand fell upon his kneessaid, 'I will give you gold and mountainsif you stay a while with me...'and there was trouble taking place...there inside the gardenthey kissed, and the sun roseand he walked a little furtherand he found he was aloneand the wind, it gathered round himhe was thinking of his sinshe was looking at his song-birdand he was looking at his wingsand there was trouble taking place...
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