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i bid them all farewell
like eagles on up high
to clothe the fiery thought
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
it was a tall young oysterman
there is a city, builded by no hand
a very remarkable history this is
gone are the three, those sisters rare
a pen of steel
the meadow was creeping
when you come tonight

 



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