City's Peopled
A silly noisy rush.
Not that heard for
A bent, bubbly watercourse.
Not so calming!
Inarguably mad.
Lest thus immersed
Lady, kind, by that girlish
Hilled yon for stream
Sit me. Where flows our time's shared dream
More entrancingly.
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