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love friendship poem

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
sleep, gray brother of death
the sky
often i think of the beautiful town
there is a city, builded by no hand
out of the deep and the dark
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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