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but i cannot read you now
one by one, like leaves from a tree
sing again the song you sung
it tells of good old times
there is a city, builded by no hand
since i have felt the sense of death
daughters of time
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
all within and all without me
i saw him once before
with joy and wonder


 



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