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from song and dream for ever gone
i reside at table mountain
melancholy days have come
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
it was a tall young oysterman
the shadows of the ships
tell me
when night drifts along the streets of the city
skies they were ashen and sober
i know not where
uplifting, as the wind blew
moonlight deep and tender
stir
beneath my window in a city street

 



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