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Off to Byzantium Sail me off to Byzantium I married the concrete Neither salmon nor mackerel now downtown Nor

apple trees replete All lost my heart listless, you d say The country full of aged men Holy fire the gasoline engine A highway where once was glen Out of nature I cannot be My body and form dissolve I ve never seen Grecian goldsmiths Though timeless planets revolve

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