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people sexmusic could not be made by any other. But he sang not of spring, as Bragi does, nor yet of youth nor of beauty, nor people sex like one whose home is with the song-birds, and who lives beside the babbling brooks and the leaping waterfalls. His people sex song was a sorrowful one,--of dying flowers, and falling leaves, and the wailing winds of autumn, of forgotten joys, sex of blasted hopes, of a crushed ambition, of gray hairs, of uttering footsteps, of old age, of a lonely grave. And, as |
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