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here lies a most beautiful lady
it was a tall young oysterman
i am singing to you
i stood
beneath my window in a city street
there is a city, builded by no hand
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
why then, must we see?
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
the shadows of the ships

 



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