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Do not cry for me,
Mother, seeing me in the grave
This greatest hour was hallowed and
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky

Vous qui pleurez, venez à ce Dieu, car il pleure
Vous qui souffrez, venez à lui, car il guérit
Vous qui tremblez, venez à lui, car il sourit
Vous qui passez, venez à lui, car il demeure

yes, they begin out in a willow,
I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right on going without regard for pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like an old woman with a bad memory and a shopping basket
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