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as it
why then, must we see?
i saw with open eyes
now that i have cooled to you
let me be sad
the shadows of the ships
over the river they beckon to me
shades of night were falling fast
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
there is a city, builded by no hand
all my love for my sweet

 



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