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at dawn, he said
weak-winged is song
when i returned at sunset
when i looked into your eyes
love me at last, or if you will not
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
splendid and terrible your love
their beautiful hair
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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