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That fateful eve
When the trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance like the shadows they danced
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon.
That fateful eve
When the trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance like the shadows they danced
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon.
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