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the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
here falls no light
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i have heard them in the night
a storm is riding on the tide
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
it tells of good old times
tell me less or tell me more
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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