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if the red slayer think he slays
city that is not a city
my soul is a dark ploughed field
all down the years
if i were very sure
as it
let me move slowly through the street
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the poets tell
doubtless i remember still
their beautiful hair

 



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