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romantic poem

what was it the engines said
she burst fierce wine
gloom
who will be naming the wind
the body may confine
in halls of sleep you wandered by
up from the south at break of day
this is the arsenal
i have seen the proudest stars
melancholy, blue it was
often i think of the beautiful town
i saw with open eyes

 



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