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my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
there is a city, builded by no hand
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
the old west, the old time
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
be not false
we who stood
in the cloud-gray mornings
often is it not so?

 



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