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some one complained to the master
in the dark and peace of my final bed
out of the sparkling sea
they in the darkness gather and ask
there is a city, builded by no hand
my sorrow, when she's here with me
gone before us
i saw him once before
grieve not for the invisible
who will be naming the wind
moonlight deep and tender

 



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