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there is a city, builded by no hand
i am dying
tell me not
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
when i returned at sunset
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
what do i owe to you
it tells of good old times
we who stood
beautiful, tragical faces
i know what you're going to say
perhaps it is no matter that you died

 



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