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beneath my window in a city street
stay no more
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i saw him once before
arched the flood
i am fevered
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i love the old melodious lays
passing through huddled and ugly walls
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i see all human wits
it tells of good old times

 



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