(5 of 6) O my city no one but you now knows how into the mind the naked family of light intrudes how the hawk of one's sensing hauls aloft the cringing will
O my city no one but you now knows how into the mind the naked family of light intrudes how the hawk of one's sensing hauls aloft the cringing will
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