Legend Of A Girl Child Linda

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I will bring you gold apples   and grapes made of ruu--bies
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That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.

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Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the saaand dunes
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On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.