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[thisringleader]

here are the lyrics to a song by bela bartok that has no application to my life but are wonderful
they are translated from hungarian, so they're a litttel rough

only tell me, dear one
by which road you leave me
tell me and i'll plough it with a golden plough shed
i will sow it also with fine pearls
and that road i'll harrow with my sad tears falling, oh

gorgeous