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softly now the light of day
when i was a boy at college
as i lie roofed in, screened in
there is a city, builded by no hand
looking beyond
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
roses and gold
at dawn, he said
i am singing to you
the saddest of the year
i burn no incense
for truth, for love

 



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