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i cannot always feel his greatness
i have heard them in the night
old wine to drink
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
the mountains they are silent folk
when, full of warm and eager love
calm as that second summer
at dawn, he said
night was black and drear
often i think of the beautiful town
the ships are lying in the bay
i love to steal awhile away
city that is not a city

 



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