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thoughts through my head
from our hidden places
days endeared to every muse
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i am in love with high far-seeing places
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
have you heard
two rows of cabbages
i've won the race
i bid them all farewell
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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