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his heart was locked inside a crystal ball.. the day her gypsy love came round to call.. his wings were broken from their latest fall.. the young man waiting for the snow... they come on a white swan, ghostly and pale.. drifting together, thru a dream they sail.. look in the river, at the space beneath the moon.. you'll see them flying