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Against Oblivion
Cities drowned in olden time
Keep, they say, a magic chime
Rolling up from far below
When the moon-led waters flow.
Keep, they say, a magic chime
Rolling up from far below
When the moon-led waters flow.
So within me, ocean deep
Lies a sunken world asleep.
Lest its bells forget to ring,
Memory! set the tide a-swing!
Lies a sunken world asleep.
Lest its bells forget to ring,
Memory! set the tide a-swing!
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