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there is a city, builded by no hand
above them all, looking down
through the broad earth's aching breast
we who stood
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
see, they return
they ask me where i've been
give me
this is the song of youth
let us plant
when a deed is done for freedom
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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