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her face is fair and smooth and fine
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
babylon-where i go dreaming
roses and gold
sadly speaking
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
you say you love me
i have cast the world
there was a strangeness on your lips
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
all those treasures that lie
when i was broke in london

 



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