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ONCE I passed through a populous city, imprinting          my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec-          ture, customs, and traditions;

Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman          I casually met there, who detained me for love          of me,

Day by day and night by night we were together,—          All else has long been forgotten by me,

I remember I say only that woman who passionately          clung to me,

Again we wander—we love—we separate again,

Again she holds me by the hand—I must not go!

I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and          tremulous.

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