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there is a city, builded by no hand
i am singing to you
when, full of warm and eager love
this is the arsenal
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
it was a tall young oysterman
made up of loveliness alone
skies they were ashen and sober
in september
the meadow was creeping
we were not many

 



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