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there are gains for all our losses
but alas, just dreams
truely
the swan existing
arched the flood
i am old and blind
the pale day drowses on the western steep
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
all those treasures that lie
there is no flock, however watched and tended
in new york harbor

 



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