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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i have had one fear in my life
by the shore, by the sea
tell me
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
i walk down the garden paths
city that is not a city
master of human destinies am i
he'd even have his joke
into the silent land
up from the south at break of day
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
the dawn was apple-green

 



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