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a mist was driving down
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
i reside at table mountain
very well, you liberals
there is a city, builded by no hand
thoughts through my head
backward, turn backward

 



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