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there is a city, builded by no hand
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
old wine to drink
look out upon the stars, my love
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
world that changes under my hand
were it not for that singular smell
in your arms was still delight
a very remarkable history this is

 



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