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sorry poem

you are clear
when the hours of day are numbered
when a deed is done for freedom
when freedom from her mountain height
high-born race
when i returned at sunset
i went up and down the streets
there is a city, builded by no hand
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
have we no shame?
in an old chamber softly lit
there was a time in former years

 



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