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The Bringers of Gifts
High above the city We stood, and watched the boats upon the river. You had your dreams . ... But the deeper peace that I knew at last Was not in your eyes' grey depths. From the cup of my hands You drank but the remembrance of sorrow; I knew but the fragrance of your spirit When the censer Lay broken at my feet. Above the city We watched the life of the river. We saw the lights appear... .