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sorry poem

let me move slowly through the street
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
there was a strangeness on your lips
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
i gazed upon the glorious sky
babylon-where i go dreaming
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
but i cannot read you now
on and on
over the river, on the hill

 



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