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this ancient silver bowl of mine
the poets tell
at midnight
just as my fingers on these keys
i have to say good-night
there is a city, builded by no hand
beneath the warrior's helm
the ships are lying in the bay
skies they were ashen and sober
thoughts through my head

 



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