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city that is not a city
one sweetly solemn thought
the old west, the old time
we were not many
you say you love me
and how could you dream of meeting
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
beside a stricken field
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the arches of the red bridge
there are gains for all our losses

 



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