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here lies a most beautiful lady
what spiteful chance steals unawares
city that is not a city
beneath the warrior's helm
gone before us
afraid no more, i say
softly weeping
once this soft turf
in the dark and peace of my final bed
in new york harbor
and with the humming bird
musing, between the sunset and the dark
what do i owe to you

 



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