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short love poem

there is a city, builded by no hand
i walk down the garden paths
bring me soft song
look out upon the stars, my love
let me move slowly through the street
when freedom from her mountain height
world that changes under my hand
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
you say you love me

 



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