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he speaks not well
city that is not a city
in an old chamber softly lit
sad are they who know not love
my sorrow, when she's here with me
though i am little as all little things
i know what you're going to say
the light withdrawn
your body's motion is like music
the hypocritic days
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen

 



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