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above them all, looking down
there is a city, builded by no hand
my soul is a dark ploughed field
not from the whole wide world
high walls and huge
and still they walked on
last midnight
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
the ships are lying in the bay
sweet and strong
days endeared to every muse
high-born race
the lightning flashed, and lifted

 



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