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- Lost City at allpoetry
Swansea, bloody Swansea / Crumbling ghosts of St. Helen’s and the Vetch / How I still adore you / City of dust, city of the sea / City of my past / How sad it is that the world cannot see through to your heart / Y - Golden Sands at allpoetry
My friend and I walk the golden sands that stretch on for infinity / It is a paradise here / A paradise of our own creation / A paradise born of imagination / The sun swirls high in the sky / Illuminating a world of
