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Who lives at Dresden without ears and eyes
Lives a lost soul in heaven. What best may be
She lacks not—music in a golden sea,
Majestic dramas, art that deifies,
And treasures that adorn her walls; her skies
Smile on a landscape rife with history:
You wake to live, and live to hear and see
What fires the heart and helps the mind to rise.
Float down the river till her towers appear:
No fog, no smoke, a city virgin-bright!
Then that great marvel of the atmosphere,
The arch of heaven so high, the air so light!
While faithful to their seasons, day or night,
Summer is summer, winter winter here.
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