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you are my companion
my true love from her pillow rose
so lost
is there anybody there
there is a city, builded by no hand
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
burly, dozing humble-bee
with the meek, brown eyes
glass-blower of time
and with the humming bird
moonlight deep and tender

 



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