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these be
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i've won the race
i went up and down the streets
never in all my life
just as my fingers on these keys
some one complained to the master
but i cannot read you now
there is a city, builded by no hand
the earth keeps some vibration going
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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