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Leave the city,
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I catch their gleam, the jeweled, reflecting scales,
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when you look up
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What did I know
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I lie in bed listening to it sing
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Shiploads of thuya are what
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shot / with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep
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My only advice is not to go away.
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I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
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We seek / The poem of pure reality, untouched
