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my mother taught me that every night
i cannot always feel his greatness
i reside at table mountain
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
that year
tripping up, falling down
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
we who stood
there is a city, builded by no hand
looking beyond
have you seen walking through the village

 



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