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beautiful
the sky
there was a time in former years
in new york harbor
i wonder where you live
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
out of the sparkling sea
melancholy days have come
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
let me move slowly through the street
why then, must we see?
with the sunset
high-born race
once this soft turf

 



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