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happy birthday poem

let me move slowly through the street
there is a city, builded by no hand
he's gone
but i cannot read you now
out of the deep and the dark
earth travails
stern cold man
when the hours of day are numbered
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
there is no escape by the river
afraid no more, i say
as i lie roofed in, screened in

 



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