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to come so soon to this imagined dark
he speaks not well
the stars fell from heaven
i saw with open eyes
music i heard with you was more than music
in an old chamber softly lit
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
there is a city, builded by no hand
sing again the song you sung

 



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