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city that is not a city
at midnight
i walk down the garden paths
gloom
i said
brother, i am fire
why do
my son is dead and i am going blind
i stood
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
the meadow was creeping
beneath my window in a city street
here falls no light
he'd even have his joke

 



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