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i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i stood
sing again the song you sung
there are three ways in which men take
therefore i may not
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
there is a city, builded by no hand
a storm is riding on the tide
when the veil from the eyes is lifted

 



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