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so fallen
under dusky laurel leaf
leave the lovely words unsaid
the saddest of the year
city that is not a city
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
they in the darkness gather and ask
there is a city, builded by no hand
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
skies they were ashen and sober
renew the vision of delight
when you come tonight

 



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