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i heard the wind all day
city that is not a city
but alas, just dreams
i made a vow once, one only
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
not from the whole wide world
still thirteen years
you are beautiful and faded
simplicity
is there anybody there
they may talk of love in a cottage
grieve not for the invisible
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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