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my soul is a dark ploughed field
sadly speaking
i stood by the open casement
death's nobility again
my mother taught me that every night
musing, between the sunset and the dark
she might have known it in the earlier spring
there is a city, builded by no hand
we who stood
when i was a boy at college

 



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