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within my hand i hold
sad are they who know not love
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
city that is not a city
do i like it
i heard the wind all day
i expect you
beneath my window in a city street
once this soft turf
lo! 'tis a gala night
do not turn your head
be in me as the eternal moods

 



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