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we who stood
sadly speaking
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the old songs
there is no escape by the river
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
backward, turn backward
little park that i pass through
when freedom from her mountain height
melancholy days have come
who is the runner in the skies
mysterious night
awful truths these be

 



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