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~ dirge villanelle in september

There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo 'Til a wicked wind laid waste A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do

There was a windy will and a blue horn - you A single name that was left in haste There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo

There is a wailing city, a water high - and you Left amid the residues up to your waist A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do

There was a loving city in a blue hoodoo Through a hard-knocks school, a river's waste There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo

A full moon hue, a relation to dew Jeweling on a spider's bed - so chaste A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do

There is a silent city, a blue shirt crew The yellow vest of savior waits There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do