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there is no flock, however watched and tended
but i cannot read you now
you say you love me
the meadow was creeping
she must go back, she said
doubtless i remember still
splendid and terrible your love
there is a city, builded by no hand
though love repine, and reason chafe
i saw god. do you doubt it?

 



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