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ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for
         future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met
         there who detain'd 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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