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therefore i may not
he'd even have his joke
in halls of sleep you wandered by
come down at dawn from windless hills
city that is not a city
often is it not so?
all my love for my sweet
the air is like a butterfly
do the boys and girls still go
a life on the ocean wave
over the river they beckon to me
glooms of the live-oaks

 



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