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Of how many cities brought to light, |
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how many cities are there left to find? |
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and who could search them all? |
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There hide two for every one, |
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I was daunted by the sum. |
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Of all the ascents that I contrive |
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all of the summits seemed at first so high |
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For every mile there |
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I see two that lay ahead |
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'Till a great light |
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burned a new sight |
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of what years hold |
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Days could not know. |
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Of everything with the morning, and |
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everything in time. |
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Oh, Everything is smaller |
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when you see it from on high |
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From the earth to the ocean |
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I see another state of mind |
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Everything with the morning, son |
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will put all your fears to flight |
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What the years hold |
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days cannot know. |
