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I came from the City of Fear, / From the scarred brown land of pain, / Back into life again.
And I thought, as the leave-boat rolled / Under the veering stars -- / Wind a-shriek in her spars -- / Shivering there, and cold, / Of music, of warmth, and of wine -- / To be mine / For a whole short week.