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In something like a dream
But not,
I took a boat down a silver isle
Sailing to Byzantium.
Through morning air,
A woman sang
Green shores and quiet trees
White marble gleamed
The sound of water on the oars
Creaking of ropes
Straining of the sails
The morning breeze,
Water rushing against the hull.
In something like a dream
But not,
I took a boat down a silver isle
Sailing to Byzantium.
In something like a dream
But not,
I took a boat down a silver isle
Sailing to Byzantium.
Through morning air,
A woman sang
Green shores and quiet trees
White marble gleamed
The sound of water on the oars
Creaking of ropes
Straining of the sails
The morning breeze,
Water rushing against the hull.
In something like a dream
But not,
I took a boat down a silver isle
Sailing to Byzantium.
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