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~ dirge villanelle in september\r\n\r\nThere was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo\r\n\'Til a wicked wind laid waste\r\nA nothing sound in a city\'s soul, and a nothing you can do\r\n\r\nThere was a windy will and a blue horn - you\r\nA single name that was left in haste\r\nThere was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo\r\n\r\nThere is a wailing city, a water high - and you\r\nLeft amid the residues up to your waist\r\nA nothing sound in a city\'s soul, and a nothing you can do\r\n\r\nThere was a loving city in a blue hoodoo\r\nThrough a hard-knocks school, a river\'s waste\r\nThere was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo\r\n\r\nA full moon hue, a relation to dew\r\nJeweling on a spider\'s bed - so chaste\r\nA nothing sound in a city\'s soul, and a nothing you can do\r\n\r\nThere is a silent city, a blue shirt crew\r\nThe yellow vest of savior waits\r\nThere was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo\r\nA nothing sound in a city\'s soul, and a nothing you can do