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stand here by my side
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
we were not many
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
in an old chamber softly lit
green afternoon serene and bright
quietly, with reverance, in awe
are you alive?
beneath my window in a city street

 



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