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the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
as evening falls
glass-blower of time
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i am a woman
there is a city, builded by no hand
let me move slowly through the street
sleep, gray brother of death

 



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